Robert slowly turned toward me.
“Don’t speak loudly.”
“About what?”
He leaned closer.
“This bus isn’t going the wrong way. They’re taking us there on purpose.”
My throat went dry.
“Where?”
Robert opened his mouth to answer.
But at that exact moment, the front door of the bus locked.
Then the driver turned on the microphone.
“Please, everyone remain in your seats.”
People immediately started looking at one another.
One man stood up.
“Why?”
The driver replied,
“There’s a small problem ahead.”
Robert grabbed my arm.
And for the first time in our 51 years of marriage, I heard fear in his voice when he said,
“If the bus stops, whatever happens, don’t be the first one to get off.”
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