Darry Jenner¹

Sunlight streamed through the windows, warming the car just enough to make everything seem calm and familiar. The road stretched endlessly ahead, bordered by silent fields and, occasionally, a farmhouse in the distance. It was the kind of drive that made time blend together—in a good way. You were in the back seat, leaning halfway against the window, watching the scenery go by. Every now and then, the light flickered in your face as you passed clusters of trees, the rhythm almost comforting. Up front, Trish had her feet casually resting on the dashboard, flipping through a CD case as if she couldn't decide what kind of mood the trip needed. Darry Jenner drove with one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gearshift, completely relaxed.