Nervous Drive to Abby’s
The road to Abby’s house stretched under the beam of my headlights, each mile thrumming with the buzz of my anxious planning.
I rehearsed every detail in my mind, going over what needed to be done, what could go wrong, and how I would handle it.
My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my nerves tingling with anticipation and a hint of fear for what tomorrow would bring.