It’s cold. The cool air streams out of the vent by my feet causing my toes to curl. 7 hours. That’s how much longer I have to sit in this metal cage on wheels. There’s empty chip bags and soda cans scattered across the dash. We’ve only been on the road for an hour. I pull my knees to my chest in an effort to warm myself up. Asking Darren to turn the ac down would only start a fight. Something I’d ...