Just confirming a detail. But my grip tightened anyway as the lights of the industrial park came into view. Floodlights cut hard shadows across concrete yards. Trucks idled. Somewhere metal clanged against metal. I rolled slowly past the warehouses, scanning faces, telling myself I wouldn’t be disappointed if I didn’t see him.
I didn’t. After a few passes, the absence started to bother me more than his presence had. I parked near the edge of the lot and sat there with the engine running, replaying the conversation from earlier.