Chapter 16
Relieved of her load of boxes, Old Red rumbled down the highway with fewer complaints than she’d regaled me with previously. Unfortunately, that didn’t make me feel any better about driving away from Atwood pack central at the exact moment when my sister and Oyo needed me most.
Beep!
Glancing sideways at the empty passenger seat, I couldn’t help smiling at Kira’s text. “Stop worrying. I’m fine,” she chided. Clearly, Oyo’s pep talk—and the chocolate, potato chips, and hot-water bottle I’d left the teenager with—had rebooted her ailing mood.
I would have replied, too, but Old Red was far from a driverless vehicle. In fact, she was prone to drifting sideways, a problem that I knew would be remedied once I got the tires balanced and aligned.
But I’d stopped accepting Gunner’s f
