CHAPTER NINETY-THREE

ENOUGH!

"Hey, girl," Cleiton pulled over next to the sidewalk where Lara was waiting. He didn't even turn off the car before she jumped in, fastening her seatbelt as he accelerated and hit the road.

"Hi, thank you for coming," she said.

"The pleasure is mine."

Cleiton had three children; his youngest was twelve and his oldest was eighteen. Lara only knew this because she saw him answering his phone while driving, putting it on speakerphone, and from the photos hanging on the car dashboard.

Lara had been coming from a party late at night and had to call for a ride. Cleiton was the one who answered her call. She had sat in the backseat, he had been super polite and didn't hit on her. She was high, having had a little too much to drink. She was actually working at the party as a waitress, a last-minute gig she didn't want to miss. It was a fifteenth birthday party, and the birthday girl's parents had paid extra for Lara to stay until the end and help clean up the venue, which they would