ALEXANDER’S POV
Teaching Nia to drive had become our new routine. Every evening after work, she’d be waiting, keys in hand and that spark in her eyes like a kid about to get ice cream.
At first, I thought it was cute how she stomped both pedals at once, or turned on the wipers when trying to signal. But now, weeks later, she moved like she’d been behind the wheel her whole life. Confident. Focused. Sometimes a little too confident.
I’d even let her drive us home a few times.
Big mistake.
One day, we were cruising along a long stretch of open road when she floored it, laughing like she was in a video game. The speedometer climbed, and I swear my life flashed before my eyes.
“Woah, mama!” I said, bracing myself against the dash. “Slow down!”
She just grinned. “It’s fun when you
