CHAPTER 22: UNCOMFORTABLE

Sitting still was a challenge, and my stomach ached. I typically got car sick on long trips, but short ones like this rarely affected me. However, I knew that staring out the window and not eating wouldn't alleviate the discomfort.

I swallowed several times, but the need for fresh air became overwhelming. I pressed the button to open the back window, allowing some air into the car.

"Damn it," Kent grumbled, covering his ear. "Turn that off; it's buzzing too loudly and hurting my ears." I understood his concern but wrote it down to confirm.

"Could we open all the windows or do something else to make it more comfortable?" I inquired.

"Why would I do that when it's hot outside and cool inside my car?" He responded, though I avoided making eye contact. "Do you know anything? I don't need to prove my point, it's my car, and my rules," he concluded bluntly before pushing the button on the driver's door. I observed as the window ascended.

"Kent!" I protested, holding the button down to p