MOUNTING TERROR

Diane’s P.O.V.

It was traffic at seven in the evening, and it made me forget what I was thinking. It looked like it would be past eight o’clock before Lorenz could finally take me home because there wasn’t even a slight change on the stuck cars along the expressway. It was indeed a good thing that I went with him, and that was less stress over the congestion of traffic.

“Crap, it’s always heavy traffic on our way home! Anyway, would you like to share some details on your upcoming wedding, bestie? When would it be?” I asked him with a sarcastic smile, teasing him in the process....