Debbie
I sat in the back of my car, my hands gripping my purse so hard my knuckles turned white. My driver was still close by—he hadn’t even reached the main gate yet when I stormed out of the brothers’ house.
I yelled for him to stop and scrambled inside, slamming the door, and I told him to drive.
“Just drive. Anywhere,” I said to him.
"Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"I’m fine," I snapped. My voice sounded fake even to me. "Just drive."
He did.
I stared out the window as the trees blurred into a gray smear.
What had I just seen?
The image kept flashing. I had left what I was going to go check up on him, thinking that maybe, just maybe he wasn’t as well as I thought. But I was proven wrong.
Absolutely wrong.
That guy wasn’t even feeli
