Chapter 39

I pull my door shut and try not to think about how many car accidents I’ve seen or heard about. “Ten miles,” I remind her. She nods.

I take a deep breath and look at Dan in the rearview mirror but can’t quite return his smile. “Okay,” I sigh. “I’m in. Go slow,” I caution, before her foot’s even off the brake. “Check your mirror first. Caitlin, watch it—”

“Jeez,” she mutters as she eases out onto the road. “You’re worse than Mom.”

I’m not sure if I should be offended or flattered by that. 12: Getting There

With Caitlin behind the wheel, we creep down the road, easily twenty miles below the posted speed limit. “You can pick it up a little bit,” I tell her, resisting the urge to push her aside and step on the gas myself. At this rate, we won’t get to Aunt Evie’s until noon tomorrow.