Haven’s POV

Forty-one. Forty-two. Forty-three. Wait… was I counting bikes too? Or just cars?

I sigh and rub my eyes for what feels like the millionth time.

Counting cars was one of those childhood games that my parents and I used to play all of the time. I would count how many cars passed that were black while my mom would count red cars and my dad would count silver.

It used to be really fun when I was little, but it somehow has lost its ...