Chapter 22
ANDREW
The dashboard of Sabrina’s Mercedes Benz read dangerously close to the red zone. I held onto the wheel with two hands, clenching my teeth and trying not to think about how fast I was going. Unfortunately, any time I counted the seconds, I would invariably get to sixty and have to start again. By the time I got to sixty, I would have reached ninety-five.
So, I tried not to think about it at all.
I didn’t know how much longer the car would hold together. Perhaps it would give out as I was driving up the long, winding driveway to the Connecticut estate.
Sabrina and I managed to bring the car to a stop. At least, I thought we had. I had no idea how long we’d been driving, and there was no way of knowing how far we’d come. My watch had stopped ages ago. The digital clock
