The night is unforgivably cold as I step outside, my breath curling in the air. The shared location from Dave glows on my phone screen, demanding my attention. I shouldn’t go. I know that. But my fingers tighten around Mom’s car keys, my heart twisting in my chest.
I slide into the driver’s seat. The tires crunch over the pavement as I pull onto the road, following the glowing blue dot on my map, and I pray the sound didn’t wake up anyone. It’s almost 3 am, and I don’t want any of them to worry about me.
My mind draws up several possibilities as my grip instinctively tightens on the steering wheel. A bar. A house. Some secluded place where Jude—no. I shake my head sharply. I trust him. I should trust him.
But then, why does this feel like I’m about to prove myself wrong?
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