Driver’s Watchful Eye
Every so often, I caught the driver glancing back at the bus, his eyes darting between his quiet conversation and the small, curious faces pressed against the rain-speckled windows. My heart lurched when I spotted one child nervously shifting in his seat—was that Timmy? The sight of him looking so uncertain only fueled my determination. Whatever was making this driver keep such close watch on the kids was reason enough for me to stay sharp and see this mystery through.
Driver’s Watchful Eye
To Act Or Not
Gritting my teeth, I wrestled with the decision to step out of the car or remain hidden, each option carrying its own risks. Would confronting the driver bring clarity, or would it only make things worse? The uncertainty pressed down on me, my heartbeat pounding in my ears as doubt clouded my judgment. But the image of Timmy—worried, uneasy, and trapped in that strange situation—cut through the hesitation and reignited my resolve.
To Act Or Not
