Elizabeth dug into the pockets of Ian’s black jacket, searching for the car key. She clutched the key in her hand and kept pressing on the remote. Thank God, she thought when she heard the familiar beep of his car.
She reached for the handle the moment she got to the car, got in, and slammed the door closed. She threw her bag onto the back seat and tried to put the key into the ignition, but her trembling hands couldn’t get the key to go where it should.
“Stop shaking,” she told herself, but it was useless.
Frustrated, she pressed the key to the metal plate and scraped the tip toward the slot. Her hand was still shaking, but she got the key in eventually.
She started the car and clutched the steering wheel. “Come on, Ian.” She wasn’t leaving without him.
He’d told her that he wouldn’t
