Road Trip

Damion

It was early. Very early. She had said be packed and ready for a road trip. I had no idea where she was taking us, but I had loaded Oliver down with games on his tablet, a few books, a coloring book with a new box of crayons, and a shitload of snacks. Oliver had done great on the first trip across the country, but the trip back had been a nightmare. Mostly because he was pissed we were leaving.

“Where are we going?” he asked again, his voice revealing he was still half asleep.

It was just after five in the morning. Alex said we needed to get an early start. I worried she was hauling my ass back to New York, but she had made it very clear I wasn’t getting away from her that easy. “I don’t know,” I answered honestly. “Alex said it was a surprise.”

“I’m tired,” he said, rubbing his eyes.

“You can sleep in the truck,” I told him.

I was a little worried Alex’s truck would be some cramped quarters. I was also not entirely convinced it was all that roadworthy. I was going to ask her i