Grace
This is going to be a disaster, it already is, and we have only made it twenty minutes outside Eastbridge.
Fifteen minutes before six, there was another knock on my door, and that could only be one person. Parker.
The three of us move in total silence to load mine and Dawson's things into the back of Parker's Honda Accord. Dawson had only just flown in the night before, and their rental place didn't have any more rentals, so we were all going to have to ride together.
Yay.
The silence that fills the small, cramped space of Parker's car presses on me. It is the loudest thing between the three of us. Well, besides my pulse in my ears is the overpowering floral air freshener that is dangling from the rearview mirror; it screams tropical paradise, and it clashes painfully with
