Angela's POV
That afternoon I was half-watching some TV show, not really paying attention, when the front door opened.
I looked up.
Darren walked in, dressed sharp as usual.
“Miss Angela,” he said politely.
I got up from the couch. “What’s up?”
“I won’t be long,” he said, stepping forward and setting something on the living room table. “This is from Mr. Carter.”
A car key.
I stared at it for a few seconds before frowning. “If this is Aaron’s car key, you can just give it to him.”
Darren shook his head slowly. “It’s not his.”
“Then whose is it?”
“Yours.”
I froze.
My eyes flicked from the key to Darren’s face, trying to make sure I’d heard him right.
“Excuse me?”
“The car is still under Mr. Carter’s name. The paperwork for the transfer will be taken care of so it'll be fully y
