Lila slept soundly on my shoulder as the truck rolled down the cracked highway.
The engine groaned every few seconds like it was protesting its own existence, but somehow the rusted piece of junk kept moving.
Music played softly through the speakers.
Faint.
Distorted.
An old indie rock song I vaguely recognized.
Aubrey was singing along.
So was Hale.
That alone was weird enough to throw me off.
Hale barely talked most days.
Getting him to sing was like getting a brick wall to develop a personality.
Yet there he was, leaning his head against the window, quietly mouthing lyrics while staring out at endless stretches of abandoned road.
Under normal circumstances, I probably would've joined them.
I knew the song.
At least parts of it.
But every time I thought about opening my mouth, something stopped me.
Maybe it was the way Aubrey hadn't looked at me since we got in.
Maybe it was the argument.
