Chapter 127
Even when she is not behind the wheel, driving exhausts Mom. I had to jolt her awake as we off the 1-90: we're almost there, and I need her aid. Five Oaks is a little town—tiny, if its famous cherry trees are any indication—and once we leave the highway, my phone's navigation becomes frighteningly untrustworthy. "We're on the final sprint," Mom says as she snaps in on the gps, following the tiny dot along a straight stretch of road surrounded by farms. I can smell rain and farms as I open the window to let some fresh air in. It's not the same as the metallic taste of the heavy city air I'm used to, but I enjoy it. Most of me desires to just breathe deeply and let the air replenish my lungs, but I can't untangle the rope that is strangling me out. My heart is racing, and it takes somethi
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