Chapter Fifty Nine She Knows

Sarah’s POV

To say that I didn’t like how Dave drove would be unfair. Earlier on, when he drove me to his restaurant, he was calm and careful behind the wheel, never once making me clutch my seatbelt out of fear. The ride was smooth, peaceful, and even comforting in a strange way that made me forget the chaos of my own thoughts for a while.

Now, as he drove me back home, he handled the steering in the same gentle manner. The hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of the night air brushing past the car windows made everything feel oddly serene.

We talked about so many things that night, things that took us back to our college days. We laughed about the silly arguments we once had in class and the endless group projects that left us sleep-deprived but united. Then, Dave brought up that one student who had boldly stood up to the school management over an unfair new policy. The policy had almost caused an uproar, but that brave student had protested until the school finally changed it.

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