The ride was tense and quiet. I sniffled a little, doing my best to stop crying. Elliot kept his eyes on the road, casually ushering me to wherever he had in mind. I didn’t ask where we were going, but felt a sense of relief when I started seeing city lights.

He pulled into an underground garage attached to a high rise building. After parking and cutting the engine, he calmly folded himself out of the car and wrapped around to open my door. I scampered out, wiping my face with the ...