Old Promise

The school came into view, looming over the traffic like some overpriced temple for rich kids with too much time and not enough common sense. The afternoon sun bounced off the glass windows, making the whole place look way more pretentious than it had any right to be.

Parker wasn't driving fast, but he sure as hell wasn't slow either. His thoughts were running faster than the Lambo, looping back to the same damn thing—whatever was happening, it was going to leave a mark.

Because everything that fucked with his life left a scar.

The only question was: how deep was it going to be this time?

Would it be life-changing, like Tessa? A shift so sharp it carved itself into his very existence? Or would it be like Maya Winslow—something that came crashing in like a storm and left wreckage in its wake like back then?