It was a far cry from when she’d let her old dog nap in the bathtub just for fun.
I wanted to believe Lena was happy, but sometimes she felt like a stranger. I wondered if she noticed it herself—the careful way she spoke, like she was matching someone else’s standards.
The drive took us past fields, gated communities, and winding roads.
Vince kept one hand on the wheel, the other tapping the console to the radio’s beat.
