"You have got to be kidding right?"
Bash's annoyed voice rose as he stared at his baby girl. He stood up and down and then peered below the truck's chassis.
The vehicle had just suddenly stopped, there was nothing visible that could have indicated something wrong. Nor was there anything that broke down.
The truck had just become – immobile.
We had been traveling for two days now, the stops making our trip a whole lot longer than it should have been.
For some reason, when we tried to go on to the usual route down Albaquerque, the roads were either under construction or an accident created congestion of traffic.
Levi had to turn around and find another route hoping it would be better than the shortcut. In the end, we got lost and now we had just recently arrived at Los Angeles and the loud city was a whole lot to absorb.
