Oliver
All I can think about is getting back to the house where I can shower, unpack, and get settled, but Dallas seems to stretch on forever.
“Your story, Oliver,” Camile says. Her voice is laced with suspicion. “You never said…”
“I told you Mother says—”
“Aunt Ellen—your mother—is nuts. Certifiable. Besides, I want to hear it from you.”
Certifiable.I take a deep breath. "It"s not that interesting, really."
“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver,” she says, making a clicking sound with her tongue. "You"re stalling."
“Okay. Fine. I didn"t get into law school.”
She laughs, but it comes out sounding a lot like she’s choking on my future. “Law school is overrated, trust me.”
"It"s the only thing I"ve ever wanted to do."
"I thought that, too." She accelerates, and my head slams into the headrest. "
