The one thing that was clear to me, however, was the black ice underneath the tires, covering the road like an old friend. But it wasn’t an old friend to us. Our car jerked again suddenly before a car smashed into the front. The last thing I remembered be

I stopped rummaging through the drawer and pulled out a clear bag. I knew what its contents was, and I could tell a look of surprise and anger was appearing on my face. Why did she have this? Why would she want this?