Claire puts her gloved hand on mine. It’s cold and I open my eyes to see her staring at me instead of at the road. She smiles and the instant terror numbs me. “I love you,” she says before turning back to the road with both hands on the steering wheel. I hear the brakes screech, and then everything slows down. My body lifts from the chair and I’m flying. I crash through the windshield hands first, as though diving through a pool of glass.
what a crazy bitch
