Rosa's pov
I stared in disbelief at the black mustang in Mrs Smith's garage. This was the same mustang that Junior acknowledged in school the other day.
"Is this yours?", I asked.
"Karen? Yes, she sure is", he said, matter-of-factly.
"Do you really think my nana can still drive herself around in her age?", he asked
"Yes, she can. Perfectly", I told him, remembering how Mrs Smith used to drive David's car around town.
"Nice", he said with a smile that was so infectious it caught onto me.
"Well, I wasn't planning on driving my car to wherever we're going", he said.
"So what..." I was going on asking when my eyes spotted the bike that was behind him.
How did I not see it sooner? I asked myself
"Oooooh hell no! There's no way in hell I'm getting on that death machine", I said, poi
