“With no windows in the armored truck, I couldn’t see where we were going. It was west, I think. A couple of times, I was tempted to ask the stoic, silent soldiers what our final destination was, but I think they were under orders not to talk to us. The only voices I heard were the vehicle operators giving status reports to some base. Occasionally, I would feel the truck turn. We must be off the highway and on the secondary roads. I felt helpless. I didn’t know where we were or where we were going.
I didn’t like not knowing where I was. This was beginning to feel like a kidnapping.
Claire was sitting across from me looking nervous. When we first hit the road, she was grabbing the seat so hard her knuckles turned white. I told her through facial expressions to be calm down. Eventually, she relaxed a little. After so many weeks on the road together, we could practically read each other’s minds.
The truck made another turn, ran for a bit at full speed, then stopped with a whoosh of brakes.
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