I gripped the wheel so hard, I thought I’d snap it in two. I couldn’t believe this. I’d gone to Alexander’s to apologize. I went there to make things right, and somehow, I left feeling more humiliated than ever. 

That girl had the audacity to stop me, to try to explain, like I hadn’t seen everything with my own eyes. I jammed the key into the ignition and started the car. 

I sped out of his driveway, tires screeching against the pavement. I didn’t care how reckless it looked. ...