“To be fair, you should have pulled over if you were having car trouble rather than continuing to drive like you did.” My brows scrunch together. “Car trouble?” “Julian explained everything already. If you ever struggle with the engine again, pull over and call for help.” Why would Julian Lopez make up a cover story instead of telling the sheriff I was too busy crying to properly drive? Perhaps because he plans on blackmailing you later. My mom gives my hand a knowing squeeze, and the tension in my muscles bleeds away. “I’ll do that.”
