Zephyr

I killed the engine, but I didn't get out of the car right away. I just sat there in the dark driveway, my hands gripping the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white.

From the outside of the apartment complex, I could see the light from our unit’s living room window bleeding brightly into the cool night.

Even through the glass of my windshield, I could hear a muffled, heavy bassline pulsing through the air.

She’s still awake, I was genuinely surprised.

A sudden, sharp wave of relief hit my chest, so heavy it almost made me dizzy. I wouldn't admit it out loud if someone held a gun...