Chapter 64 How Could I Walk Away From Him Now?

• Roxy’s POV
• Rosie was at it again, her long red hair tied up in a messy bun, crouched low beside her dad’s old Thunderbird. Her jeans were smeared with grease, her hands black, face shiny with sweat, but she looked totally focused. Like this car could actually come back to life if she willed it hard enough.
• I sat in the passenger seat, door open, one leg hanging out, tapping my hand against the steering wheel.