“It was weird,” Jessa agreed. “But weird is our brand. We’re literally going to a horror festival in the middle of nowhere. What did we expect? Welcome banners and a parade?”
Inside, the station was dim and smelled of burnt coffee. The man behind the counter had a face like cracked leather and didn’t seem surprised to see them. He just pointed to the restroom key nailed to a two-by-four. cali carter alexis monroe jessa rhodes
The crowd went silent. Jessa’s hand found Cali’s arm, her nails digging in just a little. “It was weird,” Jessa agreed