RIVER

Taylor’s hand on the steering wheel has veins bulging, and his knuckles are white. I tap his thigh gently, and he turns to me, only meeting my gaze for a slight moment before he has to look back on the road.

Talia is in the back seat trying to make conversation to alleviate the tension, but her attempts are futile.

“So how was your trip?”

"I have never gone on a road trip before," I said, turning to her slightly. “Your brother said it was going to be fun, and I am glad I ...