Chapter 6. Wanting to Vanish

“I actually didn’t see a speeding car approaching us from the opposite. When I did, it was too late. The car in front of us stopped at the signal and I hit its rear end. The damage wasn’t much as ours was a Bentley. Yet the man demanded money and Rebecca insisted I pay him, since it was my fault, anyway. It’s her uncle’s car, and we borrowed it without his permission. I didn’t want to, but Rebecca never listens to anyone. If we owned up to our fault, her uncle would send us packing to LA. We wouldn’t be allowed anywhere thereafter.”

She sighed and fidgeted with her fingers, unable to look up at him. With his eyes still pinned upon her, she felt like an insect under a microscope.

“I see! You shouldn’t have paid for it at all. It wasn’t your fault,” he said, walking over to the oven to get the pizza.

The delightful aroma made her head swoon, and she just nodded, unable to say a word. All her attention was now focused on the food. He took out two plates and divided th