Richard didn't waste a second and got out to settle on the front passenger's seat. Amy quickly got behind the wheel. A thought suddenly came to Richard.
"Ah! Do you know how...." His sentence faltered when Amy swiftly reversed out of the driveway and into the road. "...to drive...", He quietly finished.
Amy's brows had knitted together as she floored the accelerator leaving tyre marks on the road. Richard quickly hooked on his seatbelt and glanced at Amy. He wanted to tell her to slow down when she was driving at a hundred and sixty but remembered his injured wife. Speaking of his wife, he glanced at the back and she had long passed out from the pain. But, he failed to notice her phone that had fallen on the floor.
Amazingly, despite Amy's race car driving kind of speeding, Stella remained stable where she lay. Amy swiftly changed lanes to avoid traffic. She was determined to change the twenty minute drive into a five minute one.
