Chapter 68: Austin-Past

Had I not been listening for an answer, I would have missed it over the chatter of people around us and the rides running. The bouncy house to our right provided all kinds of white noise to keep it inflated. It didn't take a rocket scientist to recognize she was upset. Even realizing that, I didn't have a clue how to fix it. Thankfully, the ride stopped, and we were seated in the empty cart. There wasn't a word exchanged between the two of us. She stared over the side and clung to my hand. Our fingers wound together, and I wondered if that was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her thoughts were a million miles away. She could have easily floated off with them.