The Cost of Their Lies

I worked, my mind raced. Something still fel

me. My drive

ctual license to plant at t

heart thumping. I fumbled for my phone, op

mach d

s. All from times Jessica had borrowed my car in the past few months.

was one minor infraction away from a suspension. Eleve

license was on the verge. If I got into an accident, especially

t have a license fo

and a little cra

he bakery. Up ahead, a traffic light at an intersection. I kn

nse to destroy me. This tim

mall spray bottle of rubbing alcohol I used for

ile touch

ustang, then, steeling myself, a quick spray

tes later, I saw a police cruiser

ed, then, making sure no one was coming, I nudged the Mustang just over the line as it

ghts flashed alm

is time, it was with a s

d, his face stern. He

cent of alcohol, faint

ened. "Ma'am, have

. He administered a bre

t me. "Ma'am, you're over the limit. I ne

, I am so sorry. I made a terrible

uspended?" I asked, t

with this reading, yes. Standard proced

echoed, injectin

added, writing the ticket. "Driving

computer, and surrendered my physical license right there. He gave me an offic

take me home, leaving m

alone, I finally all

license? Let her t

fender bender. The Mustang's in the shop. Looks like I won't b

you worry, sweetie. We'll come pick you up. You

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