ROYCE
When I sat in the driver's seat, I noticed Nelly wiping her face. She didn't want to show it to me as she looked at the open window. "I'm listening, Nelly."
Only then did she shift on me. I smiled, hoping that it would assure her to let go of anything troubling her for a long time.
She took a deep breath. "When I was in high school, my brother used to bring me to a racing track because he thought I enjoyed it, which is true. He started teaching me how to drive, and I was a fast learner, as he has said. But mom and dad refused to let me drive my car. They hired a driver for me, and Mark couldn't protest because they insisted that it was for my safety." Nelly paused; she lowered her head and rubbed her hands together. I was about to reach out for her hands when she spoke again.
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