Justin's POV
The knock came softly at first. Then again more firmer, more deliberate.
I stirred, disoriented, my neck stiff, my back aching from a night spent folded awkwardly in the driver's seat. For a second, I didn't know where I was. The world felt muted, wrapped in a dull haze of exhaustion and regret.
Then I heard my name.
"Justin." My eyes snapped open.
I lifted my head from the steering wheel, blinking against the early morning light filtering through the windshield. My suit jacket was draped carelessly over the passenger seat, my tie loosened and hanging crookedly around my neck. My phone lay dark in the cup holder.
Another knock.
"Justin," she said again, closer now. I turned my head slowly toward the sound.
Elena stood outside the car. Fully dressed for work.Perfectly composed.. Not looking like what happened yesterday affected her.
And looking at me with an expression that twisted something sharp and painful in my chest.
