Concern Mounts
Concern bubbled inside me, especially with the thought of all those kids—Timmy among them—trapped in that bus with a driver who clearly wasn’t following the usual route. Maybe he was just unfamiliar with the area, but that “maybe” did nothing to calm my nerves. I frowned, uneasy at the idea that their safety might be at risk while I continued tailing from behind. Surely, there had to be a reasonable explanation for all these wrong turns… right? I didn’t have the answer, but one thing was certain—my resolve to protect my son had never felt stronger.
Concern Mounts
Strange Reasons
My mind spun with a relentless carousel of what-ifs, none of which brought any comfort. What if the driver was just new and got lost? What if he had some unannounced detour or errand? But none of those thoughts sat right with me, and they did nothing to quiet the storm building in my chest. A small, persistent voice inside kept pressing more why’s—why this route, why today, why now? Nothing about it made sense, yet I couldn’t stop wondering, grasping for answers that refused to come.
Strange Reasons
