Steven took my hand and looked into my eyes. “Trust me, Heidi, I know where the car is for sure this time.” I saw the beads of sweat on my brother’s forehead and knew in that instant that he was still guessing. I hated him for how forgetful he was. He had just started driving last week. Our parents were stupid to let us out alone. [caption id="" align="alignleft" width="402"] Photo by Robert Stokoe on Pexels.com[/caption] As we walked along the boardwalk at our city's beachside amusement park, I could see the Ferris wheel turning in slow motion in the...