“What time do you want me to pick you up?” She gasps. “You’re not driving me.” I shrug. “Why not? We’re going to the same place.” She shakes her head, and I know what she’s doing. She’s thinking I’m going to give in and just let things go, but I’m not. There’s no way I’m going to just stay at home and wonder if she’s okay or not. I give her the look. The one that tells her I’m not backing down… not on this.
