PAULA’S POVBefore the accident…I sat low in the rental van’s passenger seat, the one that my cousin gave us. The city, a smear of sodium lights through the tinted windows. My fingers drummed a nervous rhythm on my thigh, the sting still fresh from my last line. Mark kept glancing at me, like I’m a live wire he’s afraid to touch.“Where is she?” I snapped, louder than I meant to. “You said she’d be back an hour ago.”Mark shrugged, voice thin with nerves. “Maybe she’s tied up. Busy in the bakery…” He tried to sound casual, but his knuckles were white on the wheel.“Busy?” I laughed, a hard bark that tastes like metal. “Busy wasting Marion’s time while I wait here like an idiot.”He swallowed. “Paula, calm down. We said we’d wait. If she’s late, she’s late. Don’t—”“Don’t what?” I cut him off. “Don’t get impatient? Don’t remind me why I need him back?” My smile was a blade. I felt it slide through him.We idled on the shoulder, headlights pooled in the asphalt, the highway mostly empt
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