*Trinity's POV*

Wow. What a long day. It was only the second day of the work week and I was already exhausted. The rest of the shift wasn’t awful since Mr. Withers spent most of his time in the recording studio, but it still felt like so much had happened.

There was so much to process.

I threw my purse and my jacket over the back of the couch and flopped down. I knew that I should get up and cook dinner, but the drive wasn't ...