Axel’s truck.
It stood out like it always did—tall, unmistakable, the small Air Force sticker on the back of the cab catching the last stretch of sunlight. She didn’t need to double-check. She knew it was his the second she saw it.
Her lips pressed together slightly as she stepped out, closing her door with a soft click. Her eyes swept the lot out of habit—quick, subtle, making sure no one was paying her any real attention.
Clear.
She moved casually, as if she belonged there, like she wasn’t thinking about anything at all as she circled around to the passenger side of his truck. The height of it shielded her almost completely from view, the fading light working in her favor. She exhaled slowly through her nose, shaking her head at herself, brushing it off as nerves before reaching for
