Riley:
By the time I pulled into the driveway, dawn had already started to lose its color. The rain had stopped, but the air was still heavy with it — the kind that clung to your skin and made everything feel slower.
Cade's truck was parked in the same place it had been the day before. For some reason, that sight made my chest ache.
The house lights were off except for the one in the kitchen. Inside, the smell of coffee lingered in the air — strong, bitter, and familiar.
He was sitting at the table, half in shadow, a mug in his hand. He looked up when I came in, eyes tired but steady.
"Hey," I said softly, setting my bag down by the door.
"You just getting in?" His voice was low, rough with lack of sleep.
"Yeah. Double shift." I tried for a smile, but it felt weak. "You're still up?
