Chapter 104 : A Drink with a Friend
George
I stand there, frozen, as Elijah's car disappears into the distance, its taillights dimming until they blend into the dark stretch of road.
A sharp ache twists in my chest, and I know exactly why—it's Ella. She's doing this on purpose, and it pisses me off. She knows how to get under my skin, knows exactly what buttons to push. My fists clench at my sides, but I stay rooted to the spot, staring after the car like it's going to turn back any second. It doesn't.
A sleek sedan pulls up beside me, and out steps Allen, his brow furrowed in that familiar way that tells me he's already gauging my mood. He looks from my car to me, shaking his head slightly.
"Tow truck's running late," he says, shrugging. "Should be here soon, though."