Chapter 62 Olympic Valley, California

Sunlight speared into his eyes as it peeked over the mountaintops. An array of pinks filled the sky mixing with the deep blue of the fading night. Willis adjusted his hold on the steering wheel. The light didn’t help his already itchy eyes, or the slight headache coming on. The sleepless nights were starting to get to him.

Clint slept against his side, and Tucker on top of him. Their warmth made the idea tempting, but his stomach rolled at just the thought of closing his eyes too long. The screeches of metal on metal, and his mother’s screams haunted those seconds.

Focus. He couldn’t afford to slip up so he tightened his grip to hide his shaking hands from himself. Knowing if he saw them he’d be sucked furth into his brain.

Dallas kicked the back of his seat, “what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t do that,” Dallas sounded as exhausted as Willis felt, “I can see the clouds outside.”

“Not all weather is my fault.”

“But this is, isn’t it? What are you thinking about?”