Before we got on the highway, I insisted that my mom pull into a repair shop near the entrance.
She shot me an exasperated look. "What's gotten into you today? Your dad just took my car for maintenance a few days ago. What could possibly be wrong with the car?"
I let out a deep sigh. "Mom, I have a really bad feeling. My heart's racing like crazy. We’re about to spend hours on the highway—what’s the harm in getting it checked just to be safe?"
Before she could argue, I turned to the mechanic. "Can you check the brakes, please?"
"By the way, what made you decide to take me on this trip to Volkten?"
As the mechanic got to work, I turned back to my mom.
In my last life, I had wondered the same thing. My mom rarely went on long trips. The fact that she left my dad behind and took just me along had to mean something.
At my question, my mom’s face fell. She hesitated, her lips pressing into a thin line, like there was something she couldn't bring herself to say.
Seeing my mom’s conflicted expression, I sucked in a sharp breath.