Caught in the Rearview
Language: en
For three years, Sharon was my world. And for three years, she thought my job as a valet driver was a dead end. That night, she told me she was going to a friend's party and would grab a cab home. I didn't need to pick her up. At 10:30 PM, a ride request popped up on my phone. I accepted it, just like any other. I arrived at the location, opened the car door, and slid into the driver's seat. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw them—a man and a woman tangled together in the backseat. The woman was completely wasted, draped over him. The man’s head was down, his hand already inching its…