LAUREN'S POV

I stepped through the front door, shutting it quietly behind me, and the moment the driver caught sight of me already dressed to head out, he hurried toward the car like he usually did. He always moved fast whenever he noticed I was in a rush, almost as if he could sense it from the way I held my purse or walked. He reached for the back door immediately, ready to pull it open for me the way he always did, but today couldn’t be like every other day.

I couldn’t take my driver ...