Chapter 288 He Can Only Be Missed
- The car slid through the night. The driver up front didn’t dare breathe too loud, gripping the wheel like it might bite.
- Charlotte turned her face, watching Quille’s reflection ghost across the window glass.
- Silence stretched, thin and awkward. She felt a little embarrassed, so she scooped Benny—who was sitting between her and Quille—into her arms.