I swatted her hand away before she finished. I already felt so anxious that the powder was the last thing I needed. I just wanted to get to the restaurant before things went wrong again.

“Uh, Henry…maybe you can drive faster?” I asked. I skipped the criticism that he drove like a grandpa since I really didn’t want to offend him when he was in the driver’s seat. 

“There’s no need to be so on edge and stress out the others,” Henry said in a smug tone. Now he was getting ...