LEXIE
The afternoon sun was warm on my back as I walked back from the drug store. My shift had ended early, and I decided to take the long way to the bar. The town felt peaceful today, kids playing in a front yard, an old dog sleeping in the shade, the smell of fresh bread coming from the small bakery on the corner.
I turned onto a quiet side street and slowed my steps. A blue car was pulled over with its hood up. An older woman with short white hair stood beside it, looking worried and frustrated. She was trying to wave down a passing car, but no one stopped.
Then I saw Chaos. He had pulled his truck over and was already out, walking toward the woman with calm, steady steps. His broad shoulders were relaxed, but there was purpose in the way he moved.
He wasn’t in his club cut today,
