David's POV

The morning air was crisp, the kind of cold that bites into your skin and reminds you that winter is coming. I had my keys in my hand, ready to disappear, but met up with Andrea outside.

She was leaning against the driver’s side door, her arms crossed over her chest. She looked perfect, as she always did—every hair in place, her makeup a flawless mask of composure.

"Have you forgotten? We have somewhere to be," she said, her voice like a velvet trap.

I stopped, my hand tightening around the key fob. "Where is that?"

Without answering, she reached back and pulled the passenger seat door open....