Chapter 57
Driven by a sudden, manic need to repair the damage, Carter didn’t ask—he acted. He bundled Sarah into the passenger seat before the rest of the family had even stepped out of the front door. To him, the five-hour trek to Los Angeles was a small price to pay for immediate damage control. Besides, with Sarah so deep into her third trimester, the airlines wouldn't take her, making the asphalt of the I-5 their only bridge to redemption.
“Carter, talk to me. Where are we going?” Sarah’s voice trembled with a mix of confusion and growing irritation. He didn't answer, the heavy thwack of the car door serving as his only response. He climbed into the driver's side, his jaw set in a hard, unforgiving line.
“Carter!”
“I already told you,” he said, the ignition humming under his grip.
