Later that night, Sade pulled into her driveway, her headlights briefly illuminating the black Malibu parked on the curb in front of her house. She recognized the car immediately—it was Marco’s grandmother’s. She let out a heavy sigh, her fingers tightening around the steering wheel as she stared at the vehicle.
The frustration from earlier that day bubbled up again. Sade had been clear in her message, but clearly, Marco wasn’t ready to let things go. She shut off the engine, grabbed her keys, and sat still for a moment. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, inhaled deeply, and slowly exhaled, trying to calm her nerves before facing him.
Finally, she stepped out of her car, leaving her bag and purse behind. Normally, she’d go through the back door, but since Marco was parked at the
