Khloe
My heart was beating so fast as I held the steering wheel tightly. My foot was still on the brakes. It seemed to not let go of the brakes. I was not on the high speed, but the impact was still strong that my hair came all to the front, covering my face. I pushed my hair out of my face and focused ahead. I frowned. I thought there was someone or something I almost bumped or crashed into. The weight in my chest was somehow lightened. I didn't hurt anyone. We didn't bump into a lamppost or a tree. We were safe.
When my heartbeat started to calm down, I looked at my right. Mom's eyes were wide as saucers as she sat in the passenger seat with her hands holding the headrest so tight.
Swallowing the lump in my throat, I called, "Mom?" My voice was so soft that I almost couldn't hear it
