Jaxon

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, and it burned the edges of my palms. Part of me wanted to go home and make sure Sara stayed home and was keeping out of trouble. I knew I couldn’t control her. She wasn’t a prisoner and she had a will of her own. I couldn’t help but wonder if maybe it would have been better to let her go with me. It would be harder to focus on what I was doing, but I’d know where she was and how to keep her safe. I groaned out ...