Timothy Hart turned his head, his gaze finally settling on her face.
The petite woman in a beige trench coat looked as fresh as ever, but deep in her eyes lingered traces of sorrow that hadn't fully faded—traces he keenly detected.
His eyes darkened slightly, though he said nothing, merely giving a slight nod.
"Yeah, had a little."
Aurora forced a smile.
What a liar. The alcohol reeked so strongly—how could this be "a little"? He'd clearly had plenty.
But she had no standing to care, nor did she feel comfortable doing so, so she pressed her lips together and stayed silent.
Owen turned with a cheerful smile. "Miss Aurora, where do you live?"
Aurora gave an address. Owen entered it into the navigation system before starting the car.
Inside the vehicle, silence reigned. Aurora folded
