Streetlights were flying by when she woke up. Hesh was driving through the warm silence, his eyes set on the road, his white knuckles firmly gripping the steering wheel. He was wearing his jeans and sweater again. His black hair hung handsomely over his pale face, but his expression was set; disgust. Meredith sniffed quietly, he looked over, his mouth open for a few seconds,
“How are you feeling?” he asked softly,
“Better” she whispered, he nodded, looking back to the road for a second,
“We’re still hours away, I’m heading to a motel instead so we can sleep … is that okay?” he asked uncertainly, she nodded quietly. It was so nice, but already everything had changed.