75.
I tip toe to the hall, not wanting to wake anybody in the house. The old drawers open with a creepy sound and I stop in my tracks, hoping nobody heard me.
But the car keys aren't there. I shuffle through with hope, but all I can find are some old casettes. I close the drawers with a sigh, disappointed.
Mom has probably hidden them in her room after that night of my incredible driving.
But that was so long back.
I step out of my house, determined to find Eira.
I will have to go on foot.
I don't care.
She needs me.