There weren't many cars on the road, so Leslie drove like lightning-switching lanes, overtaking, drifting. Her face was all focus. Broderick sat in the passenger seat, gripping the ceiling handle for dear life without saying a word, just enduring her wild driving.
Honestly, his stomach had already started doing flips.
Yeah, he did drink a bit too much earlier.
The drive was supposed to take forty minutes-she got there in barely more than ten.
As for the speeding tickets? Totally Broderick's problem.
Leslie unbuckled her seatbelt and stormed out of the car without even glancing back at him.
Walter had been rushed into the emergency room.
Matilda was a mess, totally panicking. Lillian was there too.
Felicia looked especially shaken and helpless.
The moment she sa
