Nancy didn’t turn on the radio. Didn’t small talk. Just drove, hands at ten and two, eyes on Crestview as it turned into Sunset.
“Thanks,” Kara said, because the silence was heavy. “For the ride. And for… not murdering me in the kitchen.
Nancy’s mouth twitched. Not quite a smile. “I considered it.” Fair, Said Kara.
The city was all headlights and exhaustion. Kara shift starts in 43 minutes. “Ms. Clayton,” Nancy said. Still formal. “Kara,” After today, I think we’re past ‘Ms. Clayton.’ Kara said.
She didn’t argue. Just merged lanes. “Kara.” Nancy Paused. “Be sincere.” kara looked over. “What?”
Nancy kept her eyes on the road. “With him. Be sincere. Don’t say things you don’t mean because you feel sorry for him. Don’t stay because he’s rich, or broken, or because 2:17 AM is sad.” Her k
