Chapter 95. Best Christmas Ever

Luke

I’m about to slam my foot on the gas when I hear Carolina shout behind me.

“Lucas!”

I groan, gripping the steering wheel tighter. She reaches my window, pounding on it with urgency.

“Lucas, are you leaving too? What about me?”

I roll the window down halfway. “Stay here and wait for the police.”

Her eyes widen. “What if something happens to you?”

“Nothing will happen. Just do as I say.”

She hesitates. “Okay… be careful.”

I nod.

Without another word, I roll the window back up and press down on the gas. The tires squeal as I peel out of the parking lot, leaving Carolina standing in the glow of the mall lights.

The road stretches out before me, bright and endless, but I only have one focus—my mother’s car. The car comes in and out of view as she weaves through traffic with reckless determination.

“Jesus,” I say. “Where the hell did she learn to drive like that?”

I push the gas pedal harde