Chapter Seven
SHE KEPT SQUEEZING the steering wheel, her knuckles turning white as tension tightened her body. She forced herself to drive slow as her anger blinded her to how hard she pressed the accelerator. The entire night Karla had been annoyed and her sister’s barbs tossed her way only added fuel to her anger. She didn’t know where Aimee came off with her high and mightiness, but it grated on her nerves. Life was not black and white as Aimee believed. You did what you had to do to get ahead. It was called survival. There was nothing wrong with someone helping you out with a job. That’s what friends were for, to help you out when you needed it. It happened all the time. Karla didn’t need her sister’s judgmental attitude about it.
And then there was Mitch Greenway. She was never turn
