Carol looked happy, but Damon frowned, appearing somewhat uncomfortable. I reminded him that if we didn’t leave soon, we’d be late for work. Only then did he start the car.

This situation had happened once before.

It was when Carol had just transferred to our hospital. After work, she asked Damon for a ride home, and we all went down to the underground parking lot together. Carol walked quickly and naturally took the front seat.

Despite my dissatisfaction, I didn’t say anything at the time out of politeness.

Once we got home, I argued with Damon, saying the front seat held special significance and Carol had no right to it....