KEIRA’s POV
Trees whooshed past me as I drove by, one hand resting on my car's window and the other on my steering wheel. A song I had picked out wafted out of the loudspeakers as I tapped my fingers to the beat. Evening drives were therapeutic in a way but not when I was behind the steering wheel.
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