Chapter 10: My Journey Begins
I heard Esteban’s car practically racing off the property when I finally decided to go inside the house. I used the bathroom and grabbed a diet soda from the kitchen. I walked into the garage and looked at the cars. Everything was fancy and over the top, the kind of cars that people with lots of extra money drove. I looked around. There had to be something.
That’s when I spotted her. Bertie. Bertie was an old Suburban that my parents bought in the 1980’s. Her first purpose was to get us from the estate to the grocery store in bad weather, but my parents had found that she was also great for hauling things on their extremely long and complicated road trips. Although my parents had frequently flown when doing their business, on those occasions they had decided
