CHAPTER SEVEN
Emily felt on tenterhooks over the next couple of days, worrying about whether Chantelle would have another meltdown at school, missing Daniel who was putting in extra hours at work. So it was with great relief when she found herself on Saturday morning sitting in the passenger seat of Amy’s car, thrumming along the freeway.
They’d met up at 6 a.m. that morning, knowing that the drive to New York City could take up to eight hours, and were a couple of hours into their journey already. Thanks to the unseasonably hot weather, the windows were open and a warm breeze stirred Emily’s hair. The radio buzzed in the background. A song they’d loved from college came on and Amy turned the sound up. They sang along loudly and out of tune, unconcerned about whether any other cars could
