Chapter 8: Focus, Reese
Reese
By the time we pulled into the underground parking garage of our high-rise apartment building, the tension in the car had thickened to an almost unbearable density.
I'd reached my absolute limit—and rightfully so.
Not the usual kind of irritation I was used to dealing with. Not the manageable sort of annoyance that came with forced engagements, an annoying father, or even Lauren’s occasional dramatics.
No.
This was the kind of exhaustion that seeped deep into your bones—the kind that came from being caught in a situation so absurd that your brain still hadn’t fully accepted that it was real.
Because if someone had told me this morning that by nightfall I’d be driving home with my furious fiancée in the front seat and the woman who had just publicly
