Ardal
Kadeem demands that Jack drive, while he sits next to him in the passenger seat.
“To make sure you don’t try anything,” he growls.
Jack furrows his brow. “What are you talking about?”
“As if you don’t know,” Kadeem scoffs.
Already fed up, I throw my head back against my seat in the second row and heave a loud sigh. We're not even out of the driveway.
“This trip is going to be loooong if you two are going to snip at each other the whole way."
Jack tightens his lips, reaching forward to switch on the radio to a news channel. Kadeem immediately changes it to classic rock. Jack makes an attempt to regain control and I stretch out an arm to stop him.
"I'm changing it," I say, firmly, finding a pop station instead. “And don’t think I won’t separate you
