Romans & histoires The Simple Life 2: Road Trip

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Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.

“Of course not, it's actually beautiful, ethereal, it's simple yet more like a soul healing type of lifestyle, it's a life where you don't need too much to be happy cause the natural things of life already made you happy and you're fulfilled, it's a life where the smallest things make us happy and you don't to compete with anyone over silver or gold, it's a life that anyone with healthy lifestyle would crave for now I feel like I want to genuinely experience it too” “Really?” “Of course it's dreamy, it's more like a fantasy, the type of life you read in children's book, it's simple and fulfilling” “Thank you Taylor” “Do you think we should go on that type of trip sometime?” “Really? Yes yes

“Do you know how many kids would kill to go on road trips all the time?” How many kids would kill? I don’t know. Heading south, north. To the mountains, away from the sea. Riding high up in trucks with burly drivers who crack rude jokes and complain about their hemorrhoids in ways that make the stories funny. It’s not so bad. It’s not so bad at all. Like there’s a hand on my throat, but I’m laughing anyway. “Don’t think about it, babe,” Momma says. “All we have is now, and now is all that matters.”

The same goes for transportation expenses. The only disadvantage was having someone else in the house, but I could endure that. Six months was such a short amount of time. I’d already spent years working at Hornbrown Investments without even noticing how fast time passed. And besides… I was getting closer to making my plan happen. “I’ll deal with it later,” I answered Kleinder before a sweet smile appeared on my lips. “First, you’ll need to deal with me.” Sandara? One point. Kleinder? Zero.

Phoebe figured she would take the wheel on the way back. Because of the interruption, she let the previous topic drop. They drove for over an hour to reach their destination. There was a tourist area about six miles ahead, but this stretch was undeveloped. There was only a single-lane rough dirt road about four to five miles off the main highway. When they arrived at the pinned location, no one was in sight. Phoebe opened the door and stepped out. Gideon followed, staying close but giving her space. The area looked harmless enough; there was no obvious danger.

A tear slipped down my cheek. It tasted bitter. I hadn't taken a single cent from Charles. The money for the trip came from my mother's life insurance all those years ago. And I couldn't take Rhyn with me. I felt bad because in so many ways, she had it worse than I did. So I left the apartment to her. When everything was finally in order—paperwork done, passport ready—I took a rare trip far outside the city. It had always been a childhood dream of mine to see the ocean.

He wanted me to see the underwater world for myself. In my previous life, all I ever saw was the cold, towering palace of the merfolk—grand and intimidating. However, walking through bustling underwater markets, I realized how narrow my view of this world had been. I met other races, made friends, and laughed freely for the first time in ages. It was one of those new friends who told me the news that Caroline was pregnant. Apparently, after three days and nights of consummation with Sheldon, she conceived—twins, no less. The fish doctors confirmed it.

He remarked, "This media company is teetering on the brink of bankruptcy. Next time you take up a part-time gig, do some background checks. Don't let them dupe you again." At the age of twenty, in a brief and striking moment, he entered my life like a sudden savior. Life back then was remarkably uncomplicated, so much so that I overlooked the complexities of love. My energy was largely consumed by the demands of education and the everyday grind. In retrospect, during that period, Luke Smith always stood out as someone extraordinary. Unfortunately, at that time, I was so naive that I thought the world only consisted of the rich and the poor. By the time I truly understood the constraints of s

Birds were the only ones who had the same kind of freedom on land as Mers had in the sea, where the shortest distance between any two points was a straight line, no matter the direction. It was an odd concept to get used to. And there were so many vehicles. And the noises. The smells… The refuse. So many people walking alongside the roads. Weren’t they worried about getting run over? She looked out Michael’s window. More of the same traffic. More palm trees, hedgerow after hedgerow of hibiscus and oleander, and… Wait. “Is that a real sand castle?”