Banging On The Moving Window
Mark managed to keep pace for another few seconds as the car gathered speed. He brought his fist down hard on the passenger window, the thud echoing inside the small cabin.
Through the glass, I could see his mouth moving furiously. He demanded to know where I was going and why I was doing this to the family.
His eyes were wide and pleading, searching mine for any sign of hesitation. I simply stared back, offering no answer.