While I should’ve gone right home for the night or told Poison what had happened, I found myself driving toward João’s house to see if I had imagined the entire thing. João’s mother couldn’t—wouldn’t—leave Ana at the house alone.
wouldn’tNot willingly.
If Ana was here, then we would pick her up, drop her off at Landon’s, and go out to find João’s mother. She shouldn’t be hanging out on Main Street with those rich bastards who had nearly killed her a week or so ago.
“We need to get out of here,” Akio said, glancing into the rearview mirror. He adjusted his glasses and breathed heavily, his chest moving up and down, nervously rubbing his hands together. “We can’t stay in this car. We have to ditch it. They’ll be coming.”
“We don’t have time!” I said, cutting a corner a bit too sharply.
