The hum of the engine kept my head distracted as I stared out the window. The city blurs past in my vision, and I can't believe how the day has gone by.
It was like I blinked, and then poof, the morning was gone, and now it was already late.
"Penny, for your thoughts?" Jace asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. "You seem awfully quiet after that private talk with Seven."
"Well," I mumbled. "We talked."
"What did you talk about?"
"About my parents."
"Oh," Jace sounded regretful. "Sorry about that. How are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling super," I replied sarcastically. "I don't know. He knew about the relapse."
"I didn't say anything, though."
"Of course," I rested my head on the car seat. "The psychiatrist reported to him. This is why I didn't want to do it."
"You need help, Amiel."
I scoffed.
"I know," I grumbled. "I'm completely aware of that. I wouldn't have called if I knew I could handle it myself."
