Book Three: Chapter 8

The best part, however, was the garage beneath. Half of the garage consisted of a personal gym and some storage for old car parts. The other half was a beautiful tool bench that had been custom fitted against the wall, full of every tool the widow’s husband had ever used. In the middle of the car port was an old motorcycle that Dana was restoring for a road trip in the summer. It had been over a year since she had traveled.

Since Alex.

Opening the fridge, she pulled out a bottle of Dr. Pepper. Twisting the cap off, she sipped it, savoring the cool, sweet fizzing sensation down the back of her tongue. She pulled all the tips from delivering pizzas out of her jacket pocket, then organized them by denomination. She counted them for the fifth time, then rolled them up and stuck them in her dresser drawer. She opened her bank’s app on her phone, frowning. At the current rate, she would be able to fix her bike, but not take the trip itself.

“Fuck.” Sighing, she set the p