>Chapter Five — Tina

>The ride home was uncomfortable. The truck seemed to catch every pothole, every rut. Merri stared out the window. Dewayne kept his eyes on the road. “You can tell me about it,” she said. He didn’t reply. She sighed. “Fine. So don’t trust me, see if I care.” “Not about trust.” “What’s it about then?” … Continue reading >Chapter Five — Tina