Chapter 63 A Brief Respite

The drive on the highway was boring, and Jackson kept quiet throughout most of it. I started staring at the repetitive scenery whipping by outside to pass the time. Just as I was beginning to think that he wasn't willing to waste his energy talking to me, he suddenly spoke up. “I don't fit in in that sort of that environment,” he repeated, pausing briefly as if deep in thought. “And I think you don't, too.”