SALEM

It was an addicting habit. A weary transition from the road, my steering wheel and Corrie. My eyes grew heavy and I could feel the fatigue creeping in. I was exhausted, burnt out, you might say and unlike me, Corrie slept the entire road trip.

Although it made the entire trip easier but I always had to stare hard at her to make sure if she was even alive and breathing.

Corrie lets out a yawn, I watched from my peripheral vision as she slowly examined me in her groggy state.

She smacked her lips loudly and yawned again.

"Are you thirsty? I can pull over and I can...