Maybe the kid was just restless. Maybe he’d settle down once the scenery got more interesting—fields, towns, the glittering edges of the Connecticut River. Kids liked trains, right? He’d be fine. Daniel would be fine.
But his body told a different story. His shoulders, which had finally started to relax, were tensing up again. His jaw tightened. The muscles in his lower back twitched with each impact. His hands, resting quietly on his thighs just moments ago, curled into frustrated fists.