The Drifter Chapter Eight
We didn’t speak in the police car. When we arrived back at the trailer, the awkward, tense silence between us continued. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and wished it was a beer, but gulped it down. I was lost in my thoughts and relieved that the charges had been dropped, but also uncertain what I was feeling about Carla. Hiding from the police had a certain excitement, but it also brought complications that I didn’t need or want. I knew I needed a change and wanted...