chapter 19
Nic
Kristie Stanton had brought me a Porsche.
A freaking Porsche!
Mother was only too happy to pay for the sleek red beauty. “A belated graduation gift,” she’d said. Was it a coincidence that Kristie’s father happened to own several Porsche dealerships across the country and that one of them happened to be in Austin and that Kristie happened to volunteer to drive it down to campus?
I think not.
I would’ve been more excited about finally owning my first 911T if I didn’t think I was going die before I even had a chance to drive it.
My eyes darted around the table, and I silently thanked whatever higher power that had managed to miraculously get everyone out of the dorm, away from the kitchen knives, and to the San Marcos Café.
Mother was way too quiet. She sat on the edge
