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TWENTY | ON THE TRAIL
The drive home was silent. Kathrena seemed too embarrassed, too ashamed, to even look at me. I was too focused on my own plans to expend any excess energy worrying about her strange behaviour. The forest rolled by, the trees seeming to grow in stop-motion above us, inching higher and higher until they formed an oppressive archway, blocking out the sky.
Then I blinked, and the trees had shrunk back down. I let out a tiny sigh, and gripped the steering wheel a little tighter.
I knew what I needed to do. Now all that was left was to do it.
Kathrena’s dark eyes followed me quizzically as I dropped her off at home. I’d left the engine running, and my fingers drummed out a staccato rhythm on the steering wheel as she gathered her bag and coat.
“Are you sure you’re not coming in?” She asked, one hand on the truck door.
“I’m sure,” I
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