“I have to take my time. Unless you want to change a flat tire in the dark.”
“It’s a pothole!”
“More than one,” she reminded her younger brother. “And you know how bumpy this road is.”
I pulled out my cellphone, wondering if Damian left me a text message, only to find my charger was on the last bar. No, of course he wouldn’t message me. I looked to my right to see the darkness of the fog in front of the car, hating how I was still replaying our argument at a time like this. I wanted to be with him, but I feel like he was demanding too much from me.
“Why did you think you saw Damian?” I questioned Ben, after I turned in my seat to catch sight of him.
“Sara!” he yelled out. “Are you asking me this now?”
“Yes!”
“Who else could it be?” Ben shrilled out with a dramatic wave of his hands.
“An animal?”
“What kind of animal runs like a human?” he shot back harshly. “I know what I saw!”
“How was he running?”
“He was running,” Ben fought back fiercely.