Aliya’s POV

The morning cold embraced me as I squinted at the light slipping through the car window. I wrapped myself tightly in what looked like Nick’s jacket—at least, I supposed it was his. But when I looked around, he was nowhere to be found.

“Where did he go?” I murmured, my breath visible in the chilly air.

Sitting upright, I wiped the fog from the window, and that’s when I spotted him. He stood at a distance, staring into space, hands clasped behind his back like an inspector deep in thought.

Then it hit me. Everything came rushing back—the events of last night flashing through my mind. I turned...