The roads glimmer with slow drying rainfall as Carson navigates them down the mountain.
“Do you think they’ll find him?” I ask quietly, unsure if it’s actually a question I want the answer to. If I even know the answer I’d want.
He grins tightly at me, all teeth and not taking his eyes off the road.
“May never know Katie-cat, we may never know.” His smile softened, fading to something more natural as his hands tightened on the wheel.
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A mystery here. Leaves you wanting more,
So much hinted at!
Nicely written! I'd love 2 see more of this story!