CHAPTER 32
That night, Kimmie dreamed she was strapped in the passenger seat of a car speeding recklessly over a bridge. “Slow down,” she shouted at the driver.
Chuck’s menacing laugh answered back. “You think this is fast, girlie? You haven’t seen fast yet.”
Pip squealed in the back seat, but Kimmie’s seatbelt was so tight it was digging into her shoulder bone. She couldn’t turn around to offer her brother any comfort.
“You’re scaring him,” she yelled, hoping Chuck would feel some degree of pity for his own child. Instead, he laughed again, filling the front seat of the car with the scent of stale beer and sunflower seeds.
“How’s this for scared?” He spun the wheel back and forth, sending their speeding car careening from one lane to the other. The bridge swayed beneath them. Kimmie
