Chapter Ten
Sydney smiled as she listened to Chelsea and Corrin, who both sat in the back seat. Chelsea had spent the day playing teacher. Her smile faded as she recalled seeing the scars that criss-crossed Corrin’s body. Lucky her mum hadn’t seen all of them or she’d have been booking him in for cosmetic surgery.
“Don’t. Not do not,” Chelsea said.
“I don’t see why it is so important to talk like you do,” Corrin said.
“Why it’s,” Chelsea corrected.
“Do I need to learn every single contraction in one day?”
Chelsea turned towards Sydney. “You know what I think he needs? A week long movie marathon. That’d have him talking right in no time.”
Sydney pulled up in front of Chelsea’s house. “We can take a stack to your grandma’s house. But no gangsta movies. We don’t want him talking like t
