My fingers relentlessly pounded the steering wheel of the car, impatience was overwhelming me at this moment, I had been parked outside Doinel company for over half an hour waiting for the arrival of the lawyers, although this was my fault, it was me who decided to arrive before the agreed time and now anxiety was attacking me.
-Sarah, dear, you're going to give me a headache if you keep pounding the steering wheel.- Abby interrupted the game she was playing with Tristan and Vincent in the backseat, and I forced myself to remove my hands from anything that would fall victim to the drumming of my fingers.
-Mama, Vin is eating Aunt Abby.-
I immediately turned to look at the backseat when Tristan accused them, and the couple looked at me as if they were a pair of innocents.
-Tristan, wha
