Bernice jumped in before he could answer, her voice dripping with mockery.
"We just got on the road and you already want to call yourself a cab? Can you stop being so dramatic?"
Morton cracked his knuckles, eager.
"Yeah, let's stop at the next one. Lambert's been driving over an hour—he's gotta be tired. I'll take over for a while."
My stomach dropped. I turned to look at him.
"Do you have a license?"
Something flickered in Morton's eyes, but he didn't miss a beat.
"Sure do."
The car pulled into the rest stop. I carried Tommy out, pretending I needed to nurse him.
I opened a rideshare app and quietly requested a car.
Bernice seemed to read my mind. She stuck to me like a shadow.
"Don't tell me you're actually going to be that pathetic and call a ride from here."
I swallowed my anger and ignored her, silently willing someone to accept the request. No one did.
Meanwhile, Lambert finished his cigarette and started rushing everyone back to the car.
Bernice shoved me along, practically stuffing me into the back seat.
That was when I realized Morton was sitting behind the wheel.