I pulled up in front of the house and killed the engine. Eleven on the dash. Traffic had been hell, and the blowup in the car hadn't helped.
Kayla shoved the door open and stumbled out. For a second I thought she was going to faceplant onto the sidewalk, but she caught herself, swayed, and slammed the door shut with more force than necessary. She leaned forward, both hands braced on the roof of the car, head hanging between her arms. The cold air didn't seem to help much. Her whole world was clearly spinning.
I got out and walked around to her side. "Hey," I muttered, placing a hand on her shoulder. She flinched, then sagged. I slipped an arm around her back and guided her upright, pulling her arm over my neck so she could lean on me.
"Ugh…"
"Easy," I said. "We're almost there."
