And yet…
Summoning every ounce of courage, Sandra slowly lifted her head, dreading what she might find.
Her heart pounded violently as her eyes darted around the car.
What she saw made her blood run cold.
Her mother and two sisters were still fast asleep, their breathing steady and undisturbed.
Meanwhile, her father, Steven, was completely unfazed, casually singing along to the music playing on the radio, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the steering wheel.
What the hell?
Sandra's mind reeled.
How was this possible?
She knew she had been loud. Too loud. Her cries should have woken them up.
Her father should have pulled over, demanded answers, raged at her for what she had done.
But instead… nothing.
It was as if time had stood still for everyone except her and Ross.
Her gaze darted toward him, seeking answers.
