(Rebecca's POV)
Eric is already by the car.
He doesn't reach for me. He takes my bag off my shoulder — one smooth motion, shoulder strap to his hand — and opens the passenger door.
"Rebecca, wait." Sean calls behind me.
I don't turn around.
"We're not done," he says.
"Goodnight, Sean." I get in the car.
Eric closes my door. Goes around. Gets in. Starts the engine.
We pull out of the venue parking lot and neither of us speaks. The street is wet from earlier rain. The tires make a sound like slow exhaling. Traffic lights ahead. The first one green. He takes it.
I stare through the windshield as the city moves past.
Eric doesn't turn on the radio.
I watch a woman walk a dog across an intersection. I watch a taxi cut left without signaling. I watch a man in a yellow jacket locking u
