Ray Maverick
"You sold what?" I nearly lost control of the wheel, so I had to stop the car.
We were in auto-drive all the while—I just wanted to scare Emma.
"You sold a 78-karat gold ring for how much?" I asked, trying to calm myself.
"I'm sorry, Rayian. I never knew its worth," she spoke, her voice almost a whisper.
Emma was making things difficult for me every day.
"How much did you sell it for, and what?"
"I... I..." She stammered. "I traded it for a bus ride to my mom's place."
Just wow. This was just what I needed.
"Get out."
"What?"
"Are you deaf?" I turned to face her. "Don't let me repeat myself again."
She got off, and I sped off.
"What the hell did she mean by trading my grandma's ring for a few bucks? Can't she identify gold if she saw one?"
