Not Just Another Woman

Coralie descended the stairs.

Downstairs, in the familiar spot, was the familiar car.

When Coralie was just dropped off by Donovan a moment ago, the area was virtually empty. The old residential district had virtually no designated parking spaces. This was merely a narrow lane within the neighborhood.

The Cayenne was huge. Thus, even when parked on the side, it took up half of the street.

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