Nanny and Her Four Alpha Bullies
I’ll be soaked, but it’s better than being dead.
I’m not sure how long Neil can hold his breath, but he’s likely running out of air by now. If he passes out, and the car swerves out of control, and I die a horrible, grizzly death, I’m definitely coming back and haunting someone.
Fortunately, Neil takes a breath. His face shifts from white to green. He rolls down his window. Rainwater immediately pours in.
Mia starts crying harder.
“You’re getting Mia all wet!” I shout.
Begrudgingly, Neil brings the window back up, but still leaves it open a crack. He shifts his face closer to the crack.