JUNE THIRD
Undecided about what I felt in the past few minutes or hours, I rushed into my bedroom, slightly startled by Grace's presence on the armchair, but I didn't stop until I was by the window.
"How was it?" Grace asked, and I gestured for a minute with my finger, curious about what Duncan was doing and when he was coming in.
He was on the phone, not looking very happy. He seemed all stressed. I wondered if it had something to do with why we left his first car which was really small, and I was surprisingly unafraid of it.
Grace came over next to me, leaning over my shoulder.
"Who are we looking at? Duncan?" she asked, and I nodded, watching as Duncan finished the phone call and started a conversation with the man who drove in front of the car we returned to.
Duncan looked very a
