“How many times did you look in your rearview mirror?” Jessica asked. A compassionate softness filled her eyes. “It’s a wonder you didn’t have a heart attack or at the very least a panic attack.”
“I’m pretty sure I lived in a state of perpetual panic attacks,” Samantha muttered. “I went to work and changed into my uniform in my car in the parking lot. I didn’t want anyone asking questions because I never came to work in regular clothes. At first, everything was fine. Tran asked if I was okay, but I didn’t want to talk about it so he dropped it. But he knew it was a Derek problem and promised to hack him into a million pieces with a butcher knife if he showed his face in the coffee shop.”
“I’m becoming Tran’s biggest fan,” Jessica chuckled. “Sounds like a man everyone should have at their
