“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Shannen’s voice is a little higher than usual as she buckles her seatbelt.
“Absolutely,” I lie. “I’ve been practicing.”
She gives me a skeptical look and tugs her belt tight. I flash her a sunny smile and turn the key in the ignition. In truth, I’ve only had the car—my car— a few days and haven’t had much time for driving lessons. But I’ve been watching Aunt Rachel for years. How hard can it be?