Anna was drowning in regret. If she wanted to piss off Ethan, she should've just gone all in—not drag herself into this mess in the process.
He had a car. He offered a ride. She could've just said yes.
But no. She had to act all tough and call a cab on her own.
And look where that got her—stuck in a car with a total lunatic and no way out.
Anna wanted to cry. She'd finally gotten a second shot at life, and if she died like this, what a stupid waste that would be.
She forced herself to breathe, tried to calm down a bit. Then she reached forward, clinging to the back of the front seat, struggling toward the steering wheel.
The car rocked even more violently than before.
"What are you doing?! Let go!" the deranged driver shouted, panic creeping into his voice.
All he
