I once swore I would never set foot in a car that reeked of Chloe's stench, but life has a cruel way of making us eat our words.

　　I never thought I'd find myself back in Daniel's car, heading toward his hometown.

　　On the way, Daniel said, "Kate, thank you."

　　"You don't need to thank me," I replied coldly. "I'm not doing this for you—I'm doing this for your mom."

　　Perhaps it was because I'd always yearned for familial warmth that the thought ...