-POV Derby
The days started falling into a pattern I never planned and never agreed to, yet it slowly became the new normal.
Every morning at the same spot three blocks from my apartment, Jordan’s driver waited with the black car parked at the curb. I climbed into the back seat and found him already there, coffee cup in hand, exactly like the morning before and the one before that. We rarely spoke much during the ride. He would check emails on his phone or look out the window while I stared at the passing buildings and traffic. His hand always found mine in the space between us on the seat. The touch was quiet and familiar now, like it had become part of the routine itself. Sometimes his thumb would move slowly across my knuckles. Sometimes he would just hold it without moving. Either wa
