She stops halfway, when a light gray Acura pulls up in front of my car. “That’s him. I promise he’ll have your tire changed in no time. He’s good at this kind of stuff.” “Not just good, but the best,” I hear an arrogant voice say from behind me. I tense, the hairs on the back of my neck raising. A shudder races down my body at the familiar voice. The very same one that pleaded and begged me to stay a few days ago. She rolls her eyes at her brother, Daniel.
