Questions Unanswered
Sitting there, my mind churned with unanswered questions. What was the driver’s plan, and why were we parked here instead of heading toward school like any normal morning? None of it made sense, and the pieces refused to fit. “What’s going on here?” I muttered under my breath, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. The truth felt close—just beyond the veil of rain, tucked between each splash on the pavement and the steady rumble of that idling engine.
Questions Unanswered
Facing My Fears
Sitting there, my nerves twisted into a tight bundle of knots. What if confronting the driver stirred up trouble? But the image of Timmy’s anxious face gave me the push I needed. I couldn’t let fear keep me frozen any longer. With a deep breath, I steadied myself and whispered, “Whatever happens, I’ve got to get to the bottom of this.” Nothing was going to stop me now—not doubt, not discomfort. I had to do this—for Timmy, and for every child still sitting on that bus.
Facing My Fears
