The Wrong Ride

Sienna

I was so deep in my own head that I hadn't even opened my Uber app.

I stood at the edge of the parking lot staring at my phone screen and not seeing it. And I knew exactly why I hadn't booked it.

Declan had been cold to me all day. That deliberate,kind of cold that was somehow worse than anger because at least anger meant you still registered someone's existence. And here I was, standing a