“Can you mute that?”
I glanced over at that, one hand still on the wheel, my shaky fingers gripping the leather. “But you love this song.”
"Just turn it off, okay?” Her finger jabbed at the power button, and a sickening quiet filled the car.
Heavy breathing.
Feet tapping off the rush of alcohol and a few snorts.
“Are you—”
Mandy’s eyes flicked over to look at me, and, behind mascara-induced lashes, I saw nothing but loneliness inside, a hope for something beyond her control, a child roaming her soul.
“Can you just be quiet for once, X? Because sometimes in life, silence can fix everything.”
“Doubtful.”
Crash.
