Chapter 118

Halfway through the turn, we dostart to skid and I let go of Dan’s hand the same instant that he shakes free to grip the wheel. “Baby,” I caution, my heart in my throat. The world dips away dangerously and I clutch the door, my seat, anything to hold onto while the car threatens to pull out from under us. “Maybe this isn’t a good idea—”

Dan’s reply is caustic. “Michael, please,” he snaps. I purse my lips in a frightened grimace but stay silent. He knows what he’s doing,I tell myself. He won’t hurt me, he’ll keep me safe.Though I can’t help but wonder why we can’t just sit this out on the side of the road, would that be too much to ask?