Chapter Fifty Eight
“Sit in the front, Celine.” Anthony demanded after I joined Celine in the back. He always hates it when he is driving with us and we are both in the back. Apparently, he feels better when there is someone next to him.
His eagerness to insist that Celine be the one to join him in the front was funny to me, especially since I could see his face through the rear view mirror. It was faint, but the outside light illuminated his face just enough for me to see that look on his face. He looked so pissed and it was sure taking him a while to get over it.
“I don’t feel so well, daddy.” Celine shrunk herself below the level of his rear view mirror so he wouldn’t see her face as she winked at me.
Looks like there is only one more person in this car, meaning I’m up, I’m his pa
