Two years later, I was invited to a charity gala.
By the time the car pulled up outside the venue, the rain had just stopped.
The doorman opened the door for me. The damp air carried the mixed scent of wet grass and asphalt.
This car was mine.
I had paid for it in full.
Silver-gray, safe, reliable, and steady beneath my hands.
The day I picked it up, the salesperson asked if I wanted to add another authorized driver.
I said no.
My life no longer needed me to wait for someone to hand me a car just to get around.
Evan got out from the other side and opened an umbrella.
He tilted it slightly toward me.
"Cold?"
I shook my head.
Unlike Nathan, he never made decisions for me.
He simply handed me the umbrella and gently straightened the shawl the wind had blown out of place.
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