The early light of morning is seeping through the windshield, illuminating her face. When she woke up this morning, she spent some time in the bathroom using the pancake makeup, and her face looks a lot better. ―No,‖ I say, sick of al the time we‘ve wasted stopping for things. ―We‘re going to find Cam. No more stalling.‖ ―I‘m not stalling,‖ she says, but she‘s looking out the window. Her hands are in her lap, and she fiddles with the silver ring she‘s wearing on her right ring finger. ―I‘m just hungry.‖ But I know that‘s not it. Raine‘s nervous. Nervous about what‘s going to happen to her when we get to wherever it is we‘re going. I force myself to focus on the road. My eyelids feel heavy, probably because I spent most of last night awake, tossing and turning in the hotel bed, not being able to fall asleep. After I had that conversation with Samara and then had a good cry, my body and my heart felt wrung out, but my brain was still racing. There‘s a slight headache pricking at my temples, and I feel like I need caffeine, even though I took a huge cup of coffee with me when we left the hotel.
