Leave a Trace: Book Three

Chapter Fifteen: One Week

This story is ending really soon guys. The updates are taking forever because I never want to write it anymore

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Chapter Fifteen: One Week

The road quickly turns to dirt but I just keep walking, and eventually it opens up to a field and a house at the end of the dirt road. A farm with a lot of cattle and corn.

I see a very old truck outside that looks like it hasn't been touched in years.

If things go wrong, I can run.

I walk up to the door and knock loudly.

After two minutes, the door is pulled open and I'm greeted by an older woman with white hair and kind green eyes. She looks over my shoulder.

"Hi." She smiles. "We don't get many visitors here."

"I'm sorry." I apologize. "My name is Rosabelle. My car broke down at the end of that road." I point behind me. "Do you have a phone I can use? Mine has no reception."

"Sure thing. Come on in."

She opens the door wider.

"Are you here alone?" She asks.

"No." I shake my head. "My husband is down the road with our children."

"You don't sound like you're from here." She notes.

"I'm from Wisconsin. We were on our way home when a truck came flying towards us. We messed up the suspension."

"Sure, sure."

She walks into the kitchen and grabs a phone, handing it to me.

"Do you have...something I can use to look up a towing company?"

She hesitates and walks out.

She comes back with something I haven't seen since I was ten.

A phone book.

With a thud, she drops it on the counter.

"Thank you." I say, going back to my childhood days.

When I find the right number after flipping through the book, I dial and wait.

"Clarks Towing, how can I help you?"

"Yeah I need my car towed to a place that can fix it."

"Okay."

He takes down all my information and my location.

"Okay, it'll be about a four hour wait. Is that okay?"

Four hours?!

"You guys can't come sooner than that?" I ask.

"No."

There isn't any other towing place within a hundred mile radius.

"Okay, that's fine." I rake my fingers through my hair.

"Okay see you then."

He hangs up.

"Thank you." I thank the woman and she walks me to the door.

I walk off again.

The walk too me about an hour last time, so I'm just going to jog it.

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Around a half hour to forty five minutes later, I reach the end of the road and lean forward, resting my hands on my knees to breathe. The kids are all out of the car sitting around and Zane is resting on the hood.