CHAPTER 43
EMMY USHERED ME into an SUV parked at the side of the house, then hopped in behind the wheel.
“Can you drive more slowly this time?” I asked. I hadn’t forgotten the wild ride halfway across the country.
“We’re not going far.”
“Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise.”
After the last few months, I hated surprises. Mind you, the last time Emmy had decided on our destination, it had led me to Mitch, so I figured her decisions weren’t always terrible.
I’d expected to turn left out of the driveway, towards the main road, but she spun the wheel right instead, onto a narrow lane. She still drove far too fast, texting as she went. I adjusted the seat belt over my stomach, poised to grab the wheel, just in case.
After four or five miles, she turned onto a potholed driveway through
