Linda quickly pushed herself away from Ezekiel's chest as if she had touched fire.
Her face turned red. "Watch where you're driving!" she snapped at the driver, fixing her clothes in embarrassment.
The poor driver looked like he was about to cry. "I–I'm sorry, miss! A child suddenly ran across the road. I had to brake!"
Linda glared at him through the mirror. "You'd better hope that child is real."
"I swear it is!" the driver said quickly, pointing outside. A small boy was indeed running across the street.
Linda clicked her tongue and leaned back against the seat. But her ears were still red.
Ezekiel remained silent beside her.
He adjusted his suit slowly, as if nothing had happened. That somehow made it worse. Linda turned her face toward the window and refused to speak again. The rest of the journey was strangely quiet. Even the driver didn't dare breathe loudly.
But inside Linda's mind…
Did he brake on purpose? She glanced at the driver suspiciously.
