Chapter Eleven
Hannah
May 26th
Memorial Day Monday, I parked in the garage under Mike’s building in a guest spot and texted I’d arrived. Not knowing what car might be his, I stood by the elevator doors. It didn’t take him long to get down here. He smiled upon sight of me.
It wasn’t a Brian-type smile.
Mike wore glasses—had he that morning?—and his hair looked air-dried. A gray t-shirt made to look vintage with an old TV show logo, knee-length brick red shorts, and navy blue boat shoes. What was that brand…Sperry? I think I’d seen them in a magazine.
He paused a foot from me, eyes flicking over my body for a second. “Ready?”
“Yep.” My hands clutched the wood handle of my woven purse.
“This way.” He led me to a numbered spot (same as his unit) with a silver Camry.
“Is your car in th
