Spinelli parked his truck in the only vacant stall in the parking lot of Shannon's apartment complex. He cut the engine and glanced about the area surrounding the two-story brick building. When he deemed it safe, he turned his attention to Shannon who sat silently in the passenger seat staring through the windshield.
"Shannon," Spinelli whispered.
The second he said her name her body flinched and she gasped for air.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you, but you're home."
"It's okay. Thanks for the ride," she replied as she nervously reached for the door handle.
Spinelli flung his door open and slid out of the truck. He raced to the other side of the vehicle and reached Shannon's side just as she shut the passenger door. "I'll walk you to your door."
"Thank you, but you don't need to.
