By the time I pulled into Eastside, I was still buzzing. The kind of buzz that had nothing to do with alcohol. I could still feel Bubblegum beneath me. Still hear the engine screaming. Still feel the crowd exploding when I crossed the finish line. I had won. After two years of not even touching the wheel… I had won. I parked beneath the condo building and sat there for a moment with both hands resting on the steering wheel. My smile slowly faded. Because the second I got upstairs, reality would be waiting. Dad. Reve. The questions. The expectations.The fact that I'd just made a very public decision to get behind the wheel again.
I grabbed my purse and headed inside. The elevator carried me to the top floor. I stepped out, unlocked my door, and immediately knew something was wrong. The apa
