I'm wearing Eliana's dress. A little green dress that hugs my ass so tight, Mr. Winchester's hands had furled and unfurled when I'd shown up, no doubt with the need to grip it.
I don't feel bad or ashamed. I might keep it even, if I feel up to it.
Shameless? A little, and there's nothing wrong with that.
I'd always thought a night drive was cool, but now, in the early hours of the morning when the rest of the world sleeps, it is euphoric.
The wind is cool, and Mr. Winchester's chosen car is without a roof top. I can feel the morning mist on my skin as he races past the streets of Brookville. I push my fingertips out the window and I smile at the breeze pushing against my fingers.
I like cars. I'd always read about them and wished we could do away with carriages and horses. But the Lyc
