Chapter 72

Izzie didn't even know how long she'd been driving but the sun had begun to set on the horizon. She was headed in no particular direction other than away. The whole time she couldn't help but feel the guilt of stealing a dead man's truck. She knew she shouldn't think of it that way, but she couldn't help it. It was bittersweet to be sat here where he used to sit. It still smelled like him which was equal parts as comforting as it was saddening. Things would never be the same without him.

"Where are we heading?" Cassius asked from the backseat, finally breaking the silence as he sat up. He was wrapped in Izzie's throw that he had grabbed off of the couch and used to cover himself while running to the car. He did look rather hilarious all snuggled up in a huge black velvety bundle with only his pale face visible beneath the heavy material, it was a welcome distraction from the pain she fel