CHAPTER EIGHT
I DIDN’T ASK where we were going as Julian drove. I was a little warmer without the sodden sweatshirt, but I just couldn’t warm up completely. I was finding it difficult to believe people willingly went out into the rain but clearly, people chose to based on the line where we’d gotten food. The bag between my feet on the floor smelled like home-cooked comfort food, and my mouth was watering nonstop. Julian wasn’t talking. He’d just turned the radio up, and I took it as a sign he wasn’t up for conversation.
Julian took another turn and then pulled into an underground parking garage, punching in a code when we stopped at the kiosk in front of the gate barrier. The arm raised, letting us pass, and he drove around and parked in a numbered spot near the elevator entrance.
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