"As long as you know what you are doing."
"Trust me, Alice. I'm always in control." Daniel tapped the steering wheel with his fingers.
The ride was quick and I almost got lost in the scenic view of orange and red flowered trees passing us by until Daniel stopped the car without a warning.
I steadied myself, after grabbing Daniel’s head rest to steady myself. My attention turned to my fragile son. "Are you fine?"
Jordan nodded, even though he looked deathly pale and trembled as he took in a breath.
"What was that?" I demanded.
"You ask too many questions." This was my husband's reply as he brought out his phone and stared at a message. "I have to turn back."
"We're close, Daniel. You can drop us off and do whatever you need to do."
"Good, then you can walk." Daniel unlocked the car.
"Are you out of your mind?" I screamed.
"Mom?" Jordan covered both of his ears. "Please, keep your voice down."
“Yes, Alice. Consider your son.”
I understood how much screaming affected Jordan. It was one of the reasons I refused to fight with Daniel but this time, my husband asked for it.
"He's your son too. Don't you want him to write his SAT?"
Daniel's looks turned cold. "If he doesn't write it, he's not my son."