“I…”
A car honks loudly and we both jump. Emma swings her eyes back to the road to find we’ve crossed the white centreline. She pulls on the wheel to bring us back into our lane. My hand flies out to grab hold of my seat as the car bears down on us. For a moment we’re out of control then Emma straightens up as the other vehicle slides past and disappears around the corner.
“That was close,” Emma says.
I release the breath I’ve been holding and force my fingers to unclamp from the seat. I glance at Emma. She stares at the road looking as white as I feel.
“I need a change of underwear,” she states and suddenly we’re both laughing hysterically. The tears streaming down my face blur my vision and my sides ache.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you laugh before today,” Emma says. She looks at
