My knuckles whitened on the wheel as I pushed the engine to its limits, the white BMW dancing just beyond my reach.
The white BMW zigzagged erratically but continued to pick up speed.
That damned woman, does she have a death wish?
Suppressing my anger, I slowed down and honked the horn to warn her to stop.
It was no use, she still raced on at full speed.
'This ends today—she owes me answers, and I won't let her run from them anymore.'
Why did she say she wouldn't come see Wendy, why did she make me think she felt guilty?
Why did she make me lose my rationality and blame her so harshly?
Why did she admit to doing it, why didn't she tell me she actually cared about me?
Why did she make me think that Franklin giving me such a hard time was what she wanted?
"Luzie, between Franklin a
