I Buried My Fiancé, Married His Brother
Sebastian was already moving toward the door, keys in hand, and I grabbed my coat and followed without a word needing to pass between us, both of us understanding exactly where we needed to be in the next few minutes.
The drive felt endless, every red light an eternity, every slow car ahead of us an obstacle I wanted to physically move out of the way. Sebastian's knuckles had gone white on the steering wheel, and I kept my phone pressed to my ear, Odette's voice a lifeline of updates as the car made its way back toward the penthouse.
"We're two minutes out," Odette said. "Jane's asking why we turned around. I don't know what to tell her."