I was driving down the highway, minding my own. I saw a police car passing me...slow down...pull behind me.
I stopped breathing.
The lights came on.
My heart was pounding. I pulled over to the side with no idea what I had done. The car with the flashing lights pulled right in behind me.
Mentally, I said a bad word. I started pulling the registration and insurance information out of the glovebox.
From the back seat, William stopped eating his 'Happy Meal'. Maybe I should have bought myself a happy meal, because at that particular moment, I needed some happy. I said in a very calm voice, "Grandma has been pulled over by the police. It's okay. Don't worry." His eyes grew wide, and he unsnapped his seat belt to pop his head out the back window for a better look.