Chapter 95

I’m about to slam my foot on the gas when I hear Carolina shout behind me. “Lucas!” I groan, gripping the steering wheel tighter. She reaches my window, pounding on it with urgency. “Lucas, are you leaving too? What about me?” I roll the window down halfway. “Stay here and wait for the police.” Her eyes widen. “What if something happens to you?” “Nothing will happen. Just do as I say.” She hesitates. “Okay… be careful.” I nod. Without another word, I roll the window back up and press down on the gas. The tires squeal as I peel out of the parking lot, leaving Carolina standing in the glow of the mall lights. The road stretches out before me, bright and endless, but I only have one focus—my mother’s car. The car comes in and out of view as she weaves through traffic with reckless determination. “Jesus,” I say. “Where the hell did she learn to drive like that?” I push the gas pedal harder, the engine roaring in protest. Within seconds, I’m right behind her—thanks to the twin-turbo V8 engi