Twenty-Eight
Not quite ready to start the engine, Max paused behind the steering wheel, the hospital parking lot several levels high, densely packed, with sharp corners that would have made maneuvering even a small car a tight squeeze.
“This day just doesn’t want to end.” Freya scrubbed a hand over her face, the skin under her eyes darker than usual, her cheeks pale like the interaction with her mother had totally drained her.
“Come back to my place.” He clenched his jaw, not having intended to speak his wishes out loud. Though on further reflection, he had zero regrets about the offer.
Freya didn’t need to be alone tonight. Heck, neither did he, and he also didn’t want to see her go.
“I can’t.” She spoke down to her lap, her voice muffled by her hands still over her face.
“Sure you
