Renee drove with one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the side of her seat as if that could stop her thoughts from spinning. The stranger’s face lingered like a bruise in her mind. His half-smile, that unreadable calm after nearly killing her. Who the hell was he? Why did she care so much?
Every minute without an answer made her more tense. The silence wasn’t calming anymore; it was driving her up the wall.
The longer she drove, the crazier it drove her. Finally, with a frustrated sigh, she slammed the indicator and made a sharp U-turn. Screw it. She’d go to her mother’s. Two and a half hours of distance, maybe three if the car held up — just enough time to spin through every memory she had, dissecting them, hunting for what she’d overlooked.
The car groaned in protest, the engine
