Chapter 49 - Simpler times

I sulked in the front seat of Nate’s rented car. We were on the road to Portlet—wherever that was.

Nate had appeared without notice in Dominic’s apartment and hurried me out and inside a parked car. We headed north, and Nate ignored my pleas to know where we were going. Then he took the highway and drove until we passed small villages in the distance.

Had I not known Nate before or who he was best friends with, I would have been afraid of being kidnapped.

After maybe two hours and a half of driving, Nate turned onto a straight and narrow road. A small sign told us we were being welcomed to Portlet, and I twisted my head to find the village but couldn’t see anything other than farming fields with a thin blanket of snow. We were near the coast, and I could smell the salt.

I had been told that people near the coast rarely got runny noses because of the salt in the air. They said that that was why they made products with salty water to help with decongestion. I thought it made sense, b