I immediately get down from the car. His shoulders were moving up and down. He was controlling his anger, “Get in my car” he was gritting his teeth. s**t. I’m so dead.
I reached for the flowers and immediately ride in his car. He was on the phone with someone.
“I got her.” It was the only thing he said and he hung up. I put on my seatbelt and removed my cap and shades. He started driving and never did talk to me.
I was dead.
I know that.
The silent treatment threatens me. I wasn’t afraid of him when we fought about Vince, but now…
I breathed hard before I talked. I don’t think I can talk. I looked at the side mirror and saw the Cadillacs behind us. They were already escorting us. What I forgot was even though the car was new it had a GPS installed on it. A reason why they easily cope
