The Passenger Seat
When my son stole my car, drove seventy-five miles, and survived what should have been unthinkable, I learned how thin the line is between chaos and grace—and how sometimes, survival itself is the miracle.
When my son stole my car, drove seventy-five miles, and survived what should have been unthinkable, I learned how thin the line is between chaos and grace—and how sometimes, survival itself is the miracle.