“We’ll take the back roads. Hang on.” She yanked the wheel to the side and the van screeched as they barreled off the freeway. “That’s my wife.” Nasir looked over, pride etched across his face. “She taught Layla to drive.” Teeth clenched, one hand braced on the seat in front of him, the other holding Max, Sam gritted out, “Why am I not surprised?”
