Damien Taylor turned his head to look at Amelia Johnson. "Go ahead."
Amelia handed him her phone. "Can you tell my dad I’m not coming home tonight?"
"Sure." He took the phone.
Once the call connected, Damien spoke in a calm tone. "Mr. Johnson, hi, it’s Damien... Amelia’s staying with me tonight... I’ll take care of her."
In less than a minute, Damien had settled everything with Richard Johnson.
"Thanks." Amelia looked genuinely relieved. "It’s safest if you’re the one telling him."
Damien handed the phone back. "No big deal. Don’t treat me like a stranger."
"I’m not!" Amelia quickly shook her head, though deep down, wasn’t he kind of a stranger?
"Oh! Right, let’s swap cars," she suddenly remembered. Damien's flashy ride was too eye-catching.
She got out and bro
