Why couldn’t she think a thought through to the end?

She gripped the steering wheel tighter and tried to concentrate. She lifted her foot a little off the accelerator. She didn’t want to be stopped with the box open and in plain view on the backseat.

She should have stopped and cleaned things up, but she had just panicked and now she only wanted miles and miles to separate her from those awful flashing lights.

The yellow school bus rolled to a halt, stop sign flapping out. The two little girls held hands as they peeked around the front of the bus to see if it was safe to move.

Jean hit the brakes her mind coming back into focus as her tires protested with a mild squeal.