Zara sat quietly in the passenger seat, watching the neighborhood pass by through the window. The streets felt too familiar, the houses lined up like memories she didn’t want to revisit.
She had been here before.
She had lived here before.
And as much as she wanted to ignore it, she knew that her own parents’ house wasn’t far from Lucy’s.
She could visit them.
She should visit them.
It had been a few weeks since she last saw them, and she knew her mother would have plenty to say about that, especially with the way she had left that day and the topic of their discussion.
Plenty to say about everything.
Zara exhaled sharply, already imagining the interrogation. The drama. The pointed looks and disappointed sighs, the inevitable When are you going to settle down, Zara? or Why do you
