"N–no sir… the seller at the seafood market said that… they–they might…"
"Or might not sell it to us. But Derreck leans to the positive side of his optimism that they might sell it to us." Chasey blurted out the words Derreck failed to finish.
The car dropped into silence. Lethia could see Zeran holding back his temper, the veins in his hand bulging as his palm gripped the wheel tightly.
She reached over, patting and stroking his shoulder to stop him from snapping.
"There'll be a turn ahead on the right. We should take that road." Lethia spoke up while keeping glancing at the phone screen.
"There's no right turn on the map," Zeran shot back.
"I know. I've been searching. The farm Derreck mentioned is behind this forest. The locals purposely don't put up signs so tourists will think there's no beach at all, since all you see on the main road is endless trees. We'll never find the shore if we just keep driving straight." Lethia explained in detail.
