But no matter how I shove the army jacket around underneath me, I can’t get comfortable, and I can’t fall asleep. My mind keeps going around and around, worrying about all the things that could go wrong, feeling bad about losing the quarters, missing my parents, worrying about Wren, hoping we can get out of the truck safely, and puzzling over Drew. He’s asleep beside me, his glasses tucked into the neck of his shirt. He doesn’t look like a spy. Why don’t I trust him? It’s about seven o’clock in the morning when we hear the cab door of the truck slam. After a moment, the engine starts, and the truck backs up, then rumbles forward, speeding up as we reach the highway. The noise wakes everyone, and we split some of the dried fruit and granola for our meager breakfast. With seven people to feed, the food is going fast. But I can’t exactly complain, since it was the guys who provided most of it. We’re all tired and sore from sleeping in uncomfortable positions, so it’s a much quieter, more boring ride this morning.
