POV: Millie
One thing is already clear to me, sitting in this parking lot with the engine idling and a rusted metal box in my lap. If I'd had the sense to listen to Han's warning the day he drove me out here, I would've turned around and headed straight back to California. He told me this place would get to me. It has, and there's no pretending otherwise anymore.
The bar is dark and quiet tonight, no crowd, no neon energy spilling onto the sidewalk. I park out front and don't bother trying to hide the car. If Han comes looking, he'll find me fast in a town this small no matter where I park. I think briefly about calling Chasity and decide against it. To anyone looking at this from the outside, everything I've found is just coincidence, a pile of old paper and family stories that could me
