POV: Samira James
The silence in my car was louder than usual as I drove away from the coffee shop. I kept my hands at the ten and two positions on the steering wheel, gripping the leather until my knuckles turned white. Every time I glanced in the rearview mirror, I expected to see that silver sedan following me, but the road stayed empty.
Calvin had not said a word. He had just sat there, occupying the space like he owned the oxygen I was trying to breathe. It was a calculated move. He knew exactly what he was doing by showing up at that specific shop at that specific time. He was reminding me that no matter how much I tried to branch out with Lance, he was still a shadow I could not shake.
I pulled into my driveway and sat for a moment while staring at the garage door. My eighteenth
