“Come on, come on…” I tapped my fingers impatiently as I waited for the traffic light to turn from red to green. The neighbors had alerted me of a problem with my mother, but judging from their panic, I could tell that Donovan was really the issue. They were just too afraid to say so.
It was nothing short of a miracle that I’d made it to the house without crashing and meeting my own demise. Tears covered my face despite my attempts to hold them back and wipe them away. I pulled the car over, parking so haphazardly, one of the tires rolled over the curb.