I had fallen asleep, my head in Elias’s lap when he woke me up at the border. We had to present our passports to get through.
It was really quick and I got the feeling that both Elias and Ennis knew the guys letting people through. I had a feeling that they knew a lot of people
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The fluorescent lights of the Petro-Canada station cut through the gathering dusk like a beacon, and I felt something in my chest unclench as Ennis pulled the big black ford explorer off the Trans-Canada Highway.
We’d been driving for six hours straight since crossing the border. I could tell that his shoulders ached from the tension of checking the rearview mirror every thirty seconds.
I could see his eyes flash in the mirror so often that I was surprised it didn’t make him dizzy…
"Thank God," I breath
