Note: Cory’s mom appears in this chapter, but I didn’t want to use her real name, so I have changed it to Lisa :).
Cory’s fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the aggressive beats of Dave Grohl. The casual observer might have picked him as a man in a good mood as he drove down Sunset Boulevard towards Pacific Palisades, Hannah’s long legs stretched out from the seat beside him. But while Cory’s drummer hands pounded along to the rhythms by force of habit, his face as deceivingly fresh as the morning outside, what was going on inside his mind was anything but calm.
This is killing me. :X