Derrick's POV
I looked in the rearview mirror for the fifth time in two minutes. Still nothing. I glanced back at the screen of my phone. Her last text was eight minutes ago. It was the day after Annabelle had informed me that she had agreed to talk to me and I had gotten to her apartment building at exactly nine p.m, as we had discussed.
Was she no longer coming? Was this some sort of payback for what I did to her? If it was, then it was too petty and too minimal compared to the gravity of what I did.
Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, I kept my gaze on the screen of my phone. I could feel my heart racing in my chest. Once more, I glanced in the rearview mirror. The street was the same way it had been a few minutes ago. What made my wait irritating was having to deal with the
