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She did that quick frowny-face thing again. “Uh, yeah, well…”

I braced myself. “What?”

“Remember that car accident I was in?”

I nodded.

“My car’s still getting fixed.”

“So you don’t currently have a car?”

She shook her head.

“Kennedy,” I said, my disappointed teacher voice coming out, though I didn’t even know where to begin. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought it would have been done by now.”

“How do you expect to get Finn to and from school?”

“I looked over all the information you sent me, and his preschool is only two miles away. That’s totally walking distance.”

“Two miles as the crow flies,” I corrected.

She ticked her head to the side. “Thewhat?”

I groaned and combed my hands through my hair. “A straight line. As the crow flies means in a straight line.”

“Oh. Is that, like, a history thing or something?”

“Jesus,” I muttered, rubbing at the back of my neck, feeling the tension creep back up my spine and into my head. I’d need a few painkillers, stat.

“I’m sorry. I really thought I’d have it back by now, so I?—”

“Stop,” I told her, holding up my phone. “Where’s your car at?”

“Jeff’s Auto?—”

“On Sutton Street?” I shook my head. “He does shit work. And never on time.”

“Yeah, apparently,” she mumbled, toying with her shirt nervously. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I said, even though it wasn’t. But at least this was something I could fix.

Hopefully.

I normally texted, but this was a time-sensitive emergency that couldn’t wait on Dylan getting back to me, so I called him. “Hey,” I said when he picked up. “I know it’s Sunday, but is there any way I could get you to look at Kennedy’s car today if I get it towed to your shop?”

He grunted softly like he was moving on the other end. “What’s up with it?”

I turned to Kennedy. “What’s wrong with it?”

“The whole passenger side is dented,” she said, moving her hand back and forth like the car was right in front of us. “And the axle is off…or something.”

My irritation spiked, and I refrained from rolling my eyes as I relayed that information to Dylan. He responded by saying, “I could fix the axle, but I can’t do the body work. Where does she have it?”

“Jeff’s.”

“That fucking guy?” He scoffed. “She’s exactly the type he takes advantage of. He’s gonna take his sweet time and overcharge her because she won’t know the difference.”

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