JULIA
Sarah’s car sputtered and wheezed like it was on its last breath before she finally managed to pull into the parking lot.
I winced at the sound of the brakes screeching as we came to an unsteady halt.
“You really need a new car,” I muttered, clutching the handle of the door for dear life.
Sarah gave the dashboard a pat, giving it a loving gaze. “Don’t listen to her. You’re doing great, sweetheart.”
I stared at her in disbelief. “We almost died back there.”
She ignored me and glanced out the windshield. “Well, here we are.”
I followed her gaze, and my heart dropped. My eyes widened as I took in the all-too-familiar exterior of the restaurant in front of us.
Gold lettering spelled out ‘Asturia’ perched above the tinted glass entrance.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I breath
