Rachel laid back in her seat and said "You know David, I wish you would just drive straight there and stop trying to make excuses for being lost." Suddenly, the stone grew warm in her hands. She would have noticed it, though, if David hadn't made a sharp turn off of the road and into the forest.
"David! What are you doing?!"
"I'm driving straight there, just like you wanted," he said, casually, as if driving through the forest was absolutely normal.
Trees and brush flew by as they sped through the wooded landscape.
"David, stop!" she yelled. But he wouldn't. He kept on driving. "Look, I'm sorry I got mad at you. We weren't lost. I get it," she said, thinking that David was doing this because he was angry.
But he wasn't angry. "But we were lost, Rachel. I shouldn't have been making excuses."
Rachel was dumbfounded. Not just because of her husband's crazy driving, but because her husband actually admitted that she was right. He's never that honest.
Maybe he was having a nervous breakdown. But he was only 24 years old. That usually only happened to older people, right?
Soon, the car dove into a clearing, but David still didn't stop. He kept driving in a straight line. Which was bad, because if he kept driving in that direction, soon he'd be plowing through the houses and buildings of the town that wasn't too far away.
