Elsa

This ride was boring as fuck.

No one speaks after the call with Marcello ended. Marco seems lost in thought and Alessia plays on her phone. I concentrate on not throwing up, which seems like a real possibility with every minute that passes.

I have to get out of this car.

“Can we stop? I need to use the bathroom.”

Marco asks Alessia if she wants to stop, and the other woman shrugs without glancing up from her phone. He finds my eyes in the rear view mirror. “I will stop by the side of the road. There are bushes and trees.”

“Fuck that. A real bathroom with a...