Vanessa didn’t look my way.

She smoothed her skirt as she got into the back of a black sedan.

I went out to my own car and sat behind the wheel.

The engine idled while I stared at the dashboard.

Vanessa had locked in the venue long before she’d said she did.

She’d kept that from her own fiancé.

I needed to figure out why she was lying about the timing.

I laid the folded cream paper on the passenger seat and shifted the car into drive.