Chapter 2

Chapter 2 

Claim 

Chapter 2 

Zara 

I’m in the passenger seat, my hands folded tightly on my lap, my fingers cold despite the heat blasting in Becca’s little sports car. 

Becca drives like I imagine she lives: fast, reckless, unapologetic. One hand on the wheel, the other tapping against her slim thigh to music only she can hear. 

“You’re awfully quiet,” she says, glancing sideways at me as we exit the city limits. “Are you sorry that you insisted on seeing Knox tonight?”