When I returned to the room, Mom was already already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, lost in thought.
“Mom,” I took her hand, “Pack your things. We're leaving.”
“Leave? Where? Aren't we waiting for Liam and his mom?” My mom looked bewildered.
“No. We’re not waiting. I'll take you somewhere nice to relax, just the two of us."
She looked at my determined expression, then at the wooden comb I had thrown into the trash last night and seemed to understand something.
After packing my limited belongings and getting into the reserved taxi with my mother, my phone began ringing like a death knell.
The screen flashed Liam again and again. As soon as the call connected, his impatient questioning came flooding in. “Anne, where did you drive my car? We’re heading to the next scenic spot soon. Bring it back now!”
My voice stayed calm and composed when answering, “I didn’t drive it away. I sold it.”
There was silence on the other end of the line for a few seconds, followed by his furious roar, "Sold? What did you say? Say it again! You sold the car? Anne, are you crazy? Why did you sell my car?"