Hazel fumbled with the car door, frustration on her face. She pushed at Francisco with her hands and even her knees, but he didn’t move. He sat stiffly, eyes blank, lost in thought.

“Drive home. Now,” Francisco said coldly.

His sharp tone snapped through the air. The driver nodded without a word, reading his boss’s mood perfectly, and stepped on the gas.

"I want to go back..." Hazel muttered. "Hey, stop the car."

The driver caught her words but didn’t flinch. Francisco’s glare ...