In a few days, the scar on her palm would fade, just like the memories she had with Jeffrey.
With time, everything would eventually blur into the past, as if none of it had ever happened.
Rachel lightly clenched her fist and walked out of the sanitation office.
She hadn't gone far when a silver Porsche suddenly pulled up and blocked her path.
A tall figure stepped out of the car, it was none other than Garrett Vincent, the same guy all the girls at work had been gossiping about earlier.
"Do you need something?" Rachel asked.
"I want to treat you to a meal to say thank you," Garrett said, opening the passenger-side door for her, clearly signaling that she should get in.
"I didn't really do anything to help with your bracelet," Rachel replied, trying to move past him. "You don't have to thank me."
But she hadn't even taken a full step when his arm moved up, blocking her way.
His eyes were sharp, locked on her with a look she couldn't read.
