OLIVIA, IT WOULD not be any good if you crash the car and we died in an accident," Laura said beside me. "Or if the cops pull us over for overspending,"
I turned to look at her. She was gripping the side of her seat tightly and her face was white. I looked at the needle on the speedometer. It was pointing at 90mph.
Okay, she is right. I eased my feet off the gas and slowed down.
"You are still driving faster than the speed limit," Laura said.
I scoffed. "Cry baby!" I sneered. I do not know where the desperate daredevil in me came from as I weaved through the traffic.
"I thought Marcus said you should stay at home because it might get dangerous," Laura said.
I scoffed again.
Like I was going to obey his instructions. He had found my son and expected me to stay at home drinking
