(Eric's POV)
She spots my car, crosses the street, opens the passenger door, and drops into the seat. Her bag lands between her feet. She smells like coffee and clean laundry.
"You're early," she says.
"Two minutes."
"That counts."
I pull into traffic. She leans her head back against the seat and closes her eyes for a second, and something in her face loosens. Like she's been holding it tight all day and just now, in this car, she's letting go.
"Long day?" I ask.
"Last two days of my notice."
I almost miss the turn. "Wait — you resigned?"
"Gave my notice Monday. Thursday's my last day."
"From Clark Industries."
"Yes."
I glance at her. She's looking out the window, watching the buildings slide past. Her face is calm. Not happy, not sad. Just... settled.
"Rebecca, that's — are y
