Chapter 41: White and Red

We assumed our positions of comfort: Rowan driving with his grounding object in his hand and me stroking his hair while he rested his head to my chest.

I sat on his lap with his arm around me. It felt grounding to have his head on me. It reminded me I had a whole, breathing person before me. And he was Rowan, who I loved.

“We should be in the thick of it,” he finally said, stopping the bus. Wind blew the white sands so that it almost looked like fog in the distance. We heard the constant barrage against the sides of the bus.

I manually adjusted the radio channel, slowly. Ambient chatter mixed with white noise.

“I know this is a long shot,” I muttered, already embarrassed at having taken us out here, possibly for nothing.

“It’s alright,” Rowan promised. “It’s something I haven’t tried, and if it’s going to work, it should work here.”