Jocelyn straightened so fast, like someone who had been caught doing something wrong. Then she looked around to make sure they were still alone. Ever since she started frequenting dangerous places like street races, it was a habit she couldn’t break. She was now always cautious of any unwanted ears that could spell doom for them.
“How about we get going, Mom? Before we get into it. Besides, I have something to tell you before we get back home.”
Priscilla finally opened her eyes and stared at her eldest daughter. “I guess that means you are still chasing the devil,” she muttered, low enough for no one else to hear.
“Mom,” Jocelyn said almost pleadingly.
“Fine. Fine.” Priscilla huffed with irritation but finally got into the passenger seat without any further words. However, her mother’s
