Olivia

The cool night air hit my face as I stepped outside, a welcome relief after the stuffy bar. I pulled out my phone to call a ride, then remembered my Porsche was still in the parking lot.

Right. I'd driven here.

I made my way across the lot, fishing my keys from my purse. The Porsche beeped as I unlocked it, the sound echoing in the relative quiet.

I slid into the driver's seat and sat there for a moment, hands on the steering wheel, staring at nothing ...