"What? Where?"

"You'll have to wait and see. I have a car to be delivered to the commercial harbor at one, so if Bryant and I take Greta's truck, we can collect it. Means we have our own transport left here for you to use too."

I chew on my lip at the mention of me driving and shake my head. My palms are instantly clammy. Nerves churning up inside and tightening my stomach and lungs in fear on one detail I don't think I have ever mentioned.

"She doesn't drive anymore." Greta chimes in. "Not since the day I scraped her off the road. She just can't get behind...