It was late at night.
There she was, once again, on the overpass.
There weren’t many cars on the road.
Jared's car was illegally parked by the roadside.
Agnes stepped out of the car and began to walk along the overpass, making her way down.
The roads had changed so much since the last time Agnes navigated them in her mind.
They sprawled out in all directions, confusing her.
Yet, she sensed a car following her closely.
It was Jared's car.
She didn’t bother to look back.
At every intersection, Jared's car would flash its headlights, guiding her direction.
Agnes felt a mix of frustration and gratitude.
But in the dead of night, she decided it wasn't worth getting upset over.
Even with the guiding headlights, the overpass seemed endless, and it took her half an hour to finally get off.
Cars on the overpass zoomed past, but Jared’s car moved at a slow, steady pace, breaking the rules just to illuminate the path for her.
Agnes couldn’t quite put her feelings into words.
After all, she had only met him twice.
And both times, he had kissed her quite unexpectedly.
At just eighteen, Agnes was still naive and sensitive about relationships.
She was embarrassed to realize that she didn’t entirely mind.
She couldn’t understand why she felt this way.
Her mind resisted, yet her body seemed to accept it as if it were the norm.
She reminded herself that they were married and had a child together.
They’d probably done such things a thousand times before.
The thought made Agnes blush deeply.
Lowering her head, she started to run.
Once off the overpass, she quickly hailed a cab to Sunset Gardens.
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