ABIGAIL’S POV

John sat beside me in my truck, as I drove down the bumpy dirt road. The creaking of the old truck filled the silence along with the kicked-up rocks that bounced around inside the wheel wells of my truck.

It was like music to my ears, and I peered over to see how John was sitting with one knee up higher than the other and holding onto the handle on the ceiling with one hand. His bicep flexed and caught my attention. He lifted his left hand to gesture towards the ...