I held up my hand, comparing it to the smaller one outlined on the glass. A sudden realization struck me like needles piercing my skin and nausea churned in my chest.
Josh, noticing my discomfort, pulled over. I pushed the door open and squatted by the roadside, dry heaving.
"Natalie, are you carsick?" he asked with concern. "Here, have a piece of your favorite orange mint candy, it'll help."
The overly sweet yet bitter taste melted in my mouth, doing nothing to ease my discomfort.
I clenched the candy tightly, my chest tightening. This flavor was unique, Josh had crafted it himself, making a fresh batch every so often and always keeping some in his pocket.
He said, "Why don't we head home first? We can visit grandma another day when we have more time."
Before I could respond, his phone rang.
He hesitated before silencing it, but when a text came through, his expression changed instantly, "Natalie, something urgent has come up at work. You'll have to take a cab back later …"
He hurriedly started the car and sped off, leaving me behind without a second glance, even running a red light in his haste.