My fingers relax on the steering wheel.

"Oh my God. It was," Layla declares. "How could you?"

"Very easily, actually," I mumble and regret it as Layla turns in her seat, only to have the seat belt restrict her.

"Calm down," I say, not wanting her to hurt herself.

"I can’t believe you could do such a thing."

"You're in shock and have had a tough day—"

Layla cuts off my words. "No, Jared. What you did to those ...