As soon as I drove calmly, an idea struck me. What if I called him and asked where he was heading? What if my imagination was playing tricks on me and he had something to do in the near, indeed?
I placed my phone on my lap, planning to call him at the next crossroad. However, as I braked at the next red light, I watched in panic as he changed lanes and ended up beside me in the turning lane.
He rolled down his window, just like I did, and smiled at me. "Good luck, my love. Save that kid!" he said. When the light turned green, he blew me a kiss before turning in another direction. Once I had driven far enough away, I pulled off. My heart raced as I took a moment to remember that he had mentioned heading to his parents' house. I laughed, thinking, "Stupid me." His parents lived in a posh
