The drive felt longer than it was. Every red light stretched. Every familiar street looked wrong, like she was passing through a version of her life that no longer belonged to her. Tyler stared out the window, silent, too old to ask questions and too young to understand the answers. Alexis kept her eyes on the road.
She tried to pinpoint when she’d lost Vincent. Not the marriage—the man. The one who used to pace the kitchen at night, talking through ideas with a nervous excitement, asking her what she thought. The one who trusted her with everything.