AUTHOR’S POV
Lyrica grabs her bag and wishes her colleague, who will take over the next shift, a good evening. It’s way past her knockoff time, and she should have gone home by now, but despite her best intentions, she lingered, hoping to see Wade return. But he still hasn't, and she suspects he won't.
Exhaling, she pushes the thought away. At least she saw him get back on his feet, which is something. "See you Wednesday," she says to her colleague, waving goodbye as she walks outside, and her colleague tells her to enjoy her time off. The valets smile and wish her a good evening as she steps out into the cool night air, and she reciprocates, noting that the drizzle has stopped.
Digging into the side pocket of her bag, she fishes for her car keys, but just as her fingers brush against
