9
When they were both satisfied with the state of Serena’s house, they grabbed their jackets and headed outside. The leaden sky was filled with heavy clouds trudging across the sky like worn out laborers. A chilly wind snuck icy fingers onto every exposed patch of skin—cheeks, hands, ears.
“Now that is a sky that wants to snow.” Griffin tilted his head up to gaze at the parade of grayness. “But it won’t because it’s going to wait until you know how to handle it. It’s a good thing we’re doing this now.”
“I can’t believe I’m a grown woman getting driving lessons,” she grumbled. “I’ve been driving since I was sixteen.”
“Who taught you?”
“My stepfather. Who hated me.” She screwed up her face. “You know what, you’re right, I could probably use a refresher. Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong al
