Chapter 38

At the car, I hold the passenger side door open and she pouts at me. “Get in,” I say gently. She doesn’t obey, just stands behind the trunk and glares at the ground. “Cat, please. I would but…” I look at Dan beside me for help.

“But what?” he wants to know. Damnhim. Gesturing at the road, he points out, “There’s no one around, Michael. What’s a few miles going to hurt?”

Pouting harder, Caitlin waits until I look at her to say, “Aunt Evielet me drive.”

“When?” I ask, suspicious. Mom letting her drive is one thing, Evie is something else entirely. Evie’s the coolest person I’ve ever known, relative or not, and if shelet Caitlin drive, then why can’t I do the same? “Caitlin, if you’re lying—”