Ava stepped on the gas, driving as fast as she could. Recently whenever she was on the steering wheel, all she did was drive like she was on some race. As she drove, Stacey's voice echoed through her head.

“It’s your uncle, Luke”

She played those words over and over again in her head and at some point, she wished she had another uncle named Luke. Not the one she knew. Not the one she took as a father, not the one she looked up to. When she heard those words from Stacey, she didn’t know when her legs started moving on their own accord. She saw herself dash out...