Calla:
After a couple of days of hiding, I was done. Completely, utterly done. I had spent two days sleeping in a place that wasn’t mine, checking over my shoulder every time a car slowed down beside us, and pretending I wasn't terrified that somebody would figure out where we were.But I had a business to run, a life to live, and a brother's legacy sitting in a garage with my name practically written all over it. I wasn't going to let Reve, my father, or anybody else take that from me. So I went back.
Vance Performance Garage looked exactly the same when I unlocked the doors that morning. Same faded sign. Same oil-stained concrete. Same old couch that had probably survived three mechanics. Same smell of gasoline, rubber, metal, and whatever questionable food Julio had left in the refrige
