She Poured Soda Into My Gas Tank and Smirked—At 7:42 A.M., the Consequences Arrived

voice crackled with the kind of outrage that used to make me feel three inches tall.

Through my window, I watched a tow truck hook up Ashley’s white SUV across the street. She’d been coming to my house, still trying to manipulate her way out of consequences.

“Sounds like Ashley’s having a tough morning,” I said evenly.

“This is unnecessary. You’re making continue reading …