Ethan
I told my driver to take the rest of the evening off and drove myself instead, something I hadn't done in months, ever since Kingsley Holdings had assigned me a car and a schedule that rarely left room for solitude. I told myself I was simply testing the new car William had insisted on gifting me, sleek and silent and nothing like the secondhand pickup I used to drive to work every morning. I didn't fully admit to myself where I was heading until the streets began to narrow, the buildings grew shorter and older, and the familiar cracked pavement of my old neighborhood unrolled beneath the tires like a memory I'd been avoiding.
I parked half a block down from the garage and sat there for a long time before I made myself get out of the car.
It looked smaller than I remembered, which
