Marco’s POV
Marco parked his car a block away from Sade’s house, cutting the engine and sitting in silence for a moment. The faint glow of the streetlights illuminated the quiet neighborhood. He took a deep breath and stepped out, making sure to lock the doors before walking down the street.
He approached her house cautiously, keeping his footsteps light. He knew better than to pull up directly in front of her house—her parents were strict about that sort of thing. As he made his way along the side of the house and through the gangway, the familiar path to the garage felt both comforting and nerve-wracking.
When he reached the garage, Marco crouched by the side door, feeling under the edge of the frame where he knew the spare key was hidden. He grabbed it, unlocked the door, and slipped
