Chapter One
The Things We Do
***Lorana***
Caught my heart about one, two times… Don’t need to question the reason… I’m yours… I’m yours…
“Seriously …!” I groaned, rolling my eyes as the same song from only moments ago blared through my car stereo. “Agh, I’ve heard this song about one.. too many times today!”
Rolling to a stop at a stop sign behind two cars, I quickly pressed play on my phone. The Bluetooth lady and her robotic ‘connected’ took care of the rest.
It doesn’t matter if you love him... or…
“Much better …” I grinned as my favourite bipolar playlist began.
Once the last car in front veered left, I continued forward, driving my rattly little Honda, or what I affectionately call my Bubble, down the next street, singing Born This Way at the top of my lungs and incredibly off
