“No. No. Honestly, I don’t! I don’t have this!” Her eyes widened when she turned to gape at me. “I don’t even have a license. Not even a tractor license. I’m sixteen, Johnny, and this is an expensive car. Oh god, I’m going to kill us both!” “No, you’re not,” I coaxed. “You’re going to smash this.” “Yeah,” Shannon choked out. “Into a tree, Johnny!”
