“Sandy, do you mind coming with me?” I ask her.
“Of course, not Ads. The closer I am to you and Isaac, the more I will be relaxed.” She replies to me. I know there is another car in the garage. We get out of the garage and I take the cover off the car. Letting out a low whistle, it was a 1967 Shelby Mustang Gt500. Holy s**t, this car has been here the whole time. Sandy runs her hand along the side of the car.
“I can’t believe she kept this car.” Sandy says.
“What do you mean, Sandy?” I ask her.
“Ads, this was your mum's car. It was a piece of s**t when she got it. Your dad wanted it destroyed when your mum died, but your aunty must have restored it, before they were taken.” She explains to me. Wow, was all I thought. Getting in the driver's seat, I turned the key over and it roared to
