Chapter 25

• “Do you know where we are going?” Monica asked, the rays of the morning sun hitting the car. She leaned to the front and put her hands on the backrest of the seat in front of her. She smiled to herself.
• “It's so beautiful,” she murmured aloud without realizing, and slightly blushed by her observation. She could bet nobody was really interested in the sunrise, not after these two past nights.
• Amely looked at it for a second, her hands on the steering wheel. “It is, isn't it?” Her lips pulled up in a small grin.