Lilah POV
I’m certain that I aged at least ten years during that thirty-minute car ride. The Uber barely had time to put the car in park when I leaped from the vehicle, my chest heaving and heart racing.
I closed my eyes, the anxiety all rushing through me at once. I'd closed my eyes, counting endlessly as the car moved. My fingertips dug into my thighs, and I'd surely have bruises in tiny ovals, but keeping myself distracted with the sound of my inner monologue counting combined with the pain of my nails digging into my flesh kept me from freaking the f**k out.
My fingers laced through my hair, and I squatted down, trying not to pass out.
Tears burned behind my eyes from a toxic blend of emotions.
This entire situation could have been avoided, but no, now I’m having a near panic a
