So I gathered my supplies, grabbed my keys, and headed out.
The drive to the lake took about forty minutes. My mind stayed on the dress, the deadline, the stitching I needed to redo. Eventually, I pulled into the driveway.
The place was supposed to be empty.
But I noticed the car immediately.
It was his. Parked right outside.
For a moment, I just sat there, staring.
That’s not possible.
I checked my phone instinctively—no new messages, no missed calls.
My hands tightened around the steering wheel.
Maybe they came back early. Maybe something changed. Maybe Disneyland was too crowded.
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