I think I forgot that I hate roadtrips with Tim. He’s my brother and we’ve been more friends than family since we were teens, but he has no sense of direction.
It started out as an easy trip, from Yellowknife to Hamilton. It should have been a simple trip, taking lots of stops along the way, with our end destination to see our grandparents.
I guess Tim must have taken a left instead of a right, and now we were in a wooded area with big “no trespassing” signs on every tenth tree.
I could just kill Tim right now.