Viola

Daniel looked my way. “Child lock.” I glared at him, and he shrugged. “Safety precaution.” 

    The car swerved onto the road, the force shoving me to the side, and I glowered at the driver. 

    Daniel noticed. “Viola, meet my cousin Lucio.” 

    Lucio glanced in his rearview mirror. “It’s nice to meet you, Viola. I’m sorry about the…you know.” He gestured with his fingers around his face reminding me that I was still covered in blood. A chill ran down my spine, and I had to suppress the bout of nausea that crept up my throat. 

    I turned my attention to my best friend crying in the front seat. “Kate,...