Chapter 33 A LAKE, A LIE, AND A KISS

Sienna

He drove himself.

It was the first thing she noticed, and it took her some miles to understand why it mattered. There was no Darius at the wheel, no black car idling at the curb, no quiet man in the mirror. There was a gray station wagon of great age with a cracked dashboard and a child’s fo...

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