"But Dad, I don't remember Uncle Ben's car. When are they—"
Before I could finish, all I heard in the receiver was the cold, busy signal.
I stood there, holding the phone.
Finally, the tears I had been holding back fell, splashing onto the icy phone screen.
The man beside me watched quietly and gently patted my shoulder. He sighed and said, "Don't be sad, kid. How about you come with me for now? You can call your parents from my place. Once you get off the highway, it won't be far. Otherwise, I could drive you a bit, but it's not exactly on my way."
I thought of my parents' impatient tone and shook my head, refusing the offer. "No, thank you, sir. My parents told me that my uncle will be here soon. I'll wait for him right here."
It was the holidays, and I knew they wouldn't want to turn back to pick me up again. My uncle, Ben Thompson, wasn't close to me normally, and asking him to go out of his way would definitely annoy him.
The man looked like he had more to say, but his phone buzzed in his pocket, likely someone reminding him to hurry.
He gave me a worried look, handed me a few neatly wrapped chocolates from his pocket, and went back to the car to grab a small beige blanket, which he wrapped around my shoulders.
"This should help keep you warm. Eat a bit of chocolate so you don't get too hungry. If no one shows up soon, find someone else to borrow a phone from, but don't wander off."
I nodded and choked out, "Thank you, sir."
He disappeared quickly through the doorway, leaving the rest stop empty and silent again. The cold wind still seeped in.
My stomach rumbled. I unwrapped a piece of chocolate and bit off a tiny piece. I didn't want to eat it all at once, so I carefully folded the rest and put it in my pocket, thinking I could rely on it if the wait dragged on.
I pulled the blanket tighter around me and hugged my clothes closer. Beneath it, I was wearing Joe's old sweater from last year. The collar was loose and worn, and the sleeves were fraying.
Joe had outgrown it, and Mom said I could wear it. Joe himself wore a new gray suit this year with a blue bow tie, looking like a little prince. Lyra's pink down jacket was brand new too, making her look like a little princess.
And me? I wore Joe's hand-me-downs, looking like a dull, gray shadow.
Fearing that Uncle Ben could pass by without seeing me, I clenched my teeth and stepped out of the restroom, bracing myself against the biting wind. The streetlights flickered dimmer, and the sky was growing darker.
Far off, the sky turned deep gray, and a few snowflakes began to fall, melting instantly on my hair and shoulders into cold little patches of water.
I stared toward the road where the car would come, stamping my numb feet and rubbing my frozen hands inside the blanket, silently praying that Uncle Ben would arrive soon.
As one car after another sped past, their headlights blinded me, yet not a single one stopped at the rest stop.
The snow grew heavier, piling a thin layer on the blanket. I wrapped it tighter around myself. The chocolate's sweetness had long faded, leaving only anxiety and cold.
I had no idea how long I would have to wait or if Uncle Ben would even remember to come. I just felt the subzero wind stiffening my whole body in the empty rest stop.
Time stretched endlessly in the cold and hunger. Under the streetlight, my hands and feet had long lost sensation, leaving only a bone-deep numbness.
At first, I shivered from the cold, but now, I barely had the strength to even shake. A strange, suffocating ache spread through me. My head throbbed under a crushing pressure, and I couldn't even lift it.
