Just then, I heard the front door creak open behind me. I turned to see Lindsay casually sipping her coffee as if nothing was wrong.
“Oh, good morning,” she said, her tone as indifferent as ever.
“Morning? Look at my car, Lindsay! It’s wrecked!” I couldn’t believe how calm she was.
She glanced at the car, then back at me. “Yeah, I noticed that.”
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“You noticed? What do you mean you noticed? Do you know what happened?”
Lindsay shrugged, taking another sip of her coffee. “I took it out last night. The brakes were acting up. Probably why it got banged up.”
“You took my car?” I could feel my blood pressure rising. “Without asking me?”
“Well, you weren’t using it. And I had somewhere to be,” she replied, completely unfazed.
“Somewhere to be? At that hour? Where could you possibly need to go in the middle of the night?”
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“That’s none of your business,” she shot back, her eyes narrowing. “And don’t get started on me about money. I’m not paying for anything just because your old car’s falling apart.”
I stared at her, trying to keep my composure, but I could feel the anger boiling inside me. “Lindsay, you can’t just take someone’s car without permission. That’s not how it works!”
