I wasn’t imagining it.
I was controlling it.
“If you care about me at all,” I said, my voice shaking, “you’ll tell me the truth. About everything.”
The car surged forward again, faster than before.
Horns blared behind us. My mother’s breathing grew ragged as she struggled to keep us from crashing.
“Trisha, please!” she cried. “Someone is going to get hurt!”
A warm trickle slid down from my nose.
I wiped at it instinctively and stared at my fingers.
Blood.
“Oh God,” my mother whispered.
Her face had gone pale.
“Alright,” she said quickly. “Alright. I’ll tell you. Just stop this, sweetheart. Please.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
The connection pulsed violently for a moment before I forced myself to release it. Slowly, reluctantly, the car began to slow. The engine quieted, and the w
