"Just avoiding some construction. Trust me, this is faster."
I didn't trust her at all, but exhaustion had worn down my defenses. The sleepless night at the hospital left me barely able to keep my eyes open. I leaned back against the Porsche's buttery leather seat, tension melting from my shoulders despite my suspicions.
"You really look like you could use some rest," Sarah commented, her voice impossibly cheerful for this early hour. "Hospital benches aren't exactly designed for comfort."
I stared out the window, watching the city blur past. How did she know I'd slept on a bench? I hadn't mentioned that.
"I've been there," she continued, as if reading my thoughts. "The vinyl seats, those awful fluorescent lights... nothing worse than trying to sleep in a hospital."
My paranoia subsided slightly. Maybe she was just making conversation.
Sarah's phone rang, the sound cutting through the car's quiet interior. She glanced at the screen and smiled.
