Sarah’s POV
Sometimes life throws curveballs at you when you're least expecting it. Like today, for instance. I had just gotten into my car to head over to Richard’s place for “the talk”—you know, the kind where you lay all your cards on the table, brace for the awkwardness, and hope to come out without a bruised ego.
But of course, my car wouldn’t start.
I tried turning the key again. Nothing. Just a pathetic click.
“Really? You’re going to do this to me now?” I muttered, slapping the steering wheel. It wasn’t like I was already nervous about seeing Richard again or anything.
After about ten more tries—and a quick but useless prayer to the car gods—I gave up and grabbed my phone.
I wasn’t about to walk over there like a stray puppy. So I did what any grown woman would do.
“Hey, Zoe
