Rex's POV
I took the seat next to Clark, who was taking the munching of the cylinder filled with Pringles in his hand so seriously, while using the other hand to control the steering wheel.
“You've never been able to do without eating. Makes me wonder if you can go a day without food.”
“Eating helps me rewind, Rex. It's good for my soul. I can see you're pleased that your mother is leaving, by the way. I knew how uncomfortable you were to find out that she was in town.”
I grinned.
“You have no idea. Her just being around me makes me go crazy. She's on my neck all the time. I think I'll stick to her being in Cleveland.”
He laughed with me, and we were so focused on our emotions that we almost missed it until it happened.
The car was a green Corolla, and there was a dent in the sid
