I put my teacup down on the iron table.

A drop of brown tea slopped over the rim and stained the white saucer.

On the other side of the gravel drive, Vanessa climbed into the passenger seat of Ethan’s sedan.

She never glanced toward the patio.

Ethan shut her door.

He went around to the driver’s seat and rubbed the back of his neck before he got in.

The engine turned over with a low hum.

I pressed a hand to my collarbone.