It was as if she was not just waiting for a ride but was also in need of help or safety, something that made Jacob feel an immediate sense of concern for her well-being. He pulled over and leaned across the passenger seat to roll down the window. “Need a ride?” he asked.
She hesitated for a moment, her eyes scanning the interior of the car as if she were weighing her options carefully. After a brief pause, she gave a small, hesitant nod and said, “Yes, please. I’m trying to get to the bus station in Whistletown.”