Back to the present
I stared out of the car window, the city lights reflecting off the glass as they zoomed past. Christmas decorations lined the streets, their cheerful glow in stark contrast to the storm of emotions brewing inside me. In the driver’s seat, Lisa hummed along to the car radio, her easy demeanor a sharp juxtaposition to my nervous energy.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Lisa said, glancing sideways at me. “Still rehearsing what you’re going to say to Adrian?”
I let out a shaky laugh. “Something like that. Every version of the conversation I imagine ends with him looking at me like I’m crazy.”
Lisa snorted. “Girl, if that man doesn’t listen after all this effort, I’ll personally tell him off for you.”
Despite myself, I smiled. Lisa had always been my rock, the person who could
