Evelyn's POV

The drive home was unusually quiet, with only the faint hum of the engine and the occasional honk breaking the silence. The city lights blurred past me as my mind wandered, replaying the day over and over again. Dana’s unexpected appearance at the café had left me uneasy. What were the odds she’d just “happen” to be there? She didn’t work nearby, and her explanation felt thin at best.

I was in deep thoughts and hadn't realized how distracted I was until the sound of a sharp honk pulled me back to reality.

It was too late. My car had slightly grazed another vehicle while I was trying...