The moment they got loaded in his aunt's shitty minivan, she started her bullshit.

"If you were going to be late, you could have called an uber or something."

Addison sighed and laid his head on the window. He didn't have time for this. Not right now.

"Well, Carol," His mother started. "John texted you beforehand telling you that we would be late. You decided to wait at the airport for hours."

"Well, Amy, I see your attitude is still as bad as ever."

"Aunt Carol, can you please just drive. The sooner you step on the gas, the sooner we'll be out of your precious van, okay?"

"And I...