gripping the steering wheel, my knuckles white, tears blurring the road as I drove home.
Jake’s car was already in the driveway.
Continued on next page:
My heart pounded as I stepped inside. The house felt tense, like it was holding its breath. Jake stood in the living room, pacing back and forth, his jaw clenched, his face flushed with anger and pain.
“Tell me the test wasn’t yours!” he shouted the moment he saw me. His voice cracked on the last word.
For illustrative purposes only
I closed the
