The car rolled along at its usual pace until a sudden bump jolted through the seats. Betty lurched forward with a pained groan.
"Ouch. Sir Kevin, please be careful. At this rate I feel like I am going to throw up," she pleaded, her face turning visibly pale as she pressed a hand to her stomach.
Kevin glanced at her through the rearview mirror, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "No wonder your boyfriend warned me to be extra careful with you." He reached for the drink Shawn had handed him earlier and tossed it back toward her. "Here. Drink this. It will help with the nausea."
Betty caught it clumsily and muttered a quick thanks. Kevin's attention, however, shifted immediately to the other passenger, who sat unnervingly still.
"Anna, are you okay?" he asked, his tone softening as he watched her stare blankly ahead.
Betty turned to Anna too, swallowing in concern.
