Driving Home
Even as I drove home, the whole scene replayed over and over in my head. Each laughter, every smug look, Derek’s face—it all haunted me.
How did it all go wrong? Anger and embarrassment mixed like a bad cocktail, and I just couldn’t shake it off.
Would they really not recognize me next time? I hoped they felt the weight of their mistake soon. This wasn’t over, not by a long shot.