His Son, Her Secret
I closed my eyes for a second, resisting the urge to slam my head into the steering wheel.
Belva and her friends, who I still couldn’t tell apart, like which one was Mikaela, Kyara, or Aurora, were singing Backstreet Boys with full enthusiasm, but each of them in a completely different key. It sounded like four YouTube tabs playing the same song, all half a second out of sync.
“I swear, if they keep this up, I’m opening the door and letting myself roll into traffic,” Ronan muttered, glancing at me with a traumatized look.
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