I stare at the unfamiliar sports cars in the drive, one dark slate or black, and one a sort of dark navy, even in this darkness I can see they are not the same colour, although they are the same model. One is parked like it's been abandoned; half on the grass at an angle and something deep down is telling me this means something.
Mico has a four by four, it's not here and neither is the other car some of his other goons use. Just two new sports cars, identical except in colour and my head keeps racing back and forth to two twins who are identical in every way—except with different coloured eyes. Grey and blue.
Fuck!
I take a deep breath, count to ten and realise it will never be enough. I will never be ready to walk in that door if he's here.
Crapping myself mercilessly and having to d
