Seventeen

Three hour on the road.

California to Miami.

'Eight pm.' I saw the time from the digital watch on Tracy's wrist, it stood out as the only source of light in the car. Three hours on the road. Hard to believe it was already night and I almost forgot what we were in the middle of. Like fourteen hours ago, Marco's men changed the arrangement of our day. Tracy had an arrangement that we would go to the beach today a take some nice pictures for social media and probably around this time was supposed to be another party. Funny how she planned everything but sleeping on my lap like it was better than a bed.