Driver Steps Out
Through the rain, I watched as the driver finally stepped out and lit a cigarette, exhaling thin streams of smoke that curled into the downpour. My concern spiked—what was he doing out there, casually smoking, instead of checking on the kids? Each puff felt like a silent alarm, feeding my unease. The image of Timmy flashed in my mind, anchoring my resolve—I wasn’t leaving until I knew exactly what was going on.
Driver Steps Out
Remembering Timmy
Timmy’s anxious face flashed in my mind, a vivid image of fear that made my heart pound louder with every beat. Was he okay on that unsettling bus? Something was undeniably off—I could feel it in my gut. This wasn’t just a disrupted commute anymore; it was about uncovering the strange shift in routine that had all of us walking on edge.
Remembering Timmy
