"How much longer until we get there?" Arianna nervously asked.

"It's not that much longer, sweetheart, just continue to breathe."

Pierce was worried that Arianna was going to fall victim to a panic attack. She gripped the back of the seat, and her nails dug into the soft leather.

"Patrick, let's turn back around."

"No! I can do this," Arianna insisted. She continued to breathe as if she was in labor, and Pierce couldn't help but be worried.

"I wasn't going to turn around anyway and waste all this gas. Are y'all aware we are staying in town overnight? I'm not driving all the way back to San Antonio," Patrick...