The journey out of Bailey Falls was almost disappointingly ordinary.
Destiny had expected Mathew to make some announcement about their destination, perhaps a promise of good food or an insistence that they would all enjoy themselves if they stopped complaining long enough to give the day a chance. Instead, he drove with one hand on the steering wheel while Calum sat beside him, occasionally pointing out a turn or correcting his brother's choice of music.
In the back, Jeff had already begun questioning whether the trip was worth the effort.
"You've been complaining since we left," Destiny told him.
"I'm not complaining. I'm asking reasonable questions."
"You asked whether there would be food six times."
"Food is a reasonable concern."
Dean, seated beside Destiny, looked out the window. "For someone who claims not to be complaining, you sound remarkably unhappy."
Jeff turned to him. "And for someone who agreed to come on a day trip, you look like you're attending a funeral."
