Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night? Mom and Nero will be there.
Myra’s fingers drummed against her steering wheel’s rim as she sailed down the highway. Apollo didn’t seem bothered at the slightest- Not that much ever got him in a tizzy. He laid there, curled up in her lap, tail thumping a slow rhythm against her thigh. A green sign whizzed by, emblassoned with white reflective letters-
Exit 185 - Harvent - 2 miles
It was one thing to get called about her brother getting hurt. Impromptu visits didn’t bother her. Their spontaneous nature usually meant that the participants involved were genuine when they spoke, even if they didn’t present their best selves throughout the process. Marcus’ text to her the day before, though- That was planned.
And plans usually meant that there was some underlying motivation. Especially if they included a few other people.
Thoughts racing through her mind, Myra coasted towards the exit- Up the ramp, turn to the right to head into the little town nestled at the base of the mountain protecting it. It was such an unassuming little place. Old houses lining the streets had been converted to mom and pop shops. Hair dressers, boutiques, restaurants and bars. Almost as soon as she saw them, they were in her rear-view mirror. She left the downtown behind and, whizzing a few miles into the countryside again...
Only to come up to a farmhouse at the end of a long, winding gravel driveway.
“Thanks, Google,” Myra muttered. She flicked off the ignition. The headlights and the engine cut with an almost disturbing suddenness. She prodded the cat in her lap, “Alright- Up, ya big oaf.”
