He had intended to drop her off and drive away, before anyone could spot her coming out of his car. But by the time he parked by the campus, she was already fast asleep. Her head tilted slightly toward him in the passenger seat, her lips parted slightly, as soft snores came out from them. He couldn't imagine how tired she was.

“Desiree,” he whispered, brushing his fingers against her arm gently. No response. He tried again, “Hey, sweetheart, we’re here.”

Nothing. Just steady ...