Chapter 6

POV: Mark

The drive back to Hailey's apartment felt like a funeral procession she hadn't realized she was part of. She rode in the passenger seat of my Tesla, her arms folded across her chest, her face averted toward the window.

As city lights of gold, red, and white streaked across her profile, they painted her in colors that didn't match her mood.

She was furious. I could feel the hot, sharp waves of her entirely justified anger radiating from her.

She repeated, "I just don't get her." "She's always been distant, but this was different. It felt like she…