The Next Town Awaits
Back in the truck, Jake turned to me with a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Are we close to the next town?” he asked. I gave him a reassuring nod. “We should see the lights any minute now. Just hang in there a little longer,” I said, my tone confident. He leaned back in his seat, visibly relieved by the prospect. Reaching for a soda, I cracked it open and handed it to him. Jake accepted it with a quiet “thanks,” his grip never loosening on that backpack. I couldn’t help but wonder, with growing curiosity, what he might be carrying inside.
The Next Town Awaits
Reassurance In The Darkness
Merging back onto the highway, the dark sky unfurled above us, vast and endless. “Don’t worry, Jake,” I said softly. “In about an hour, you’ll see the town lights sparkling like stars on the horizon.” He glanced at me, a flicker of trust in his eyes. In moments like this, comfort and conversation flowed effortlessly, carried by the gentle hum of the asphalt beneath us.
Reassurance In The Darkness
