I was a mechanic who had forgotten to latch his door.
I gave her leftover pasta instead of calling the police.
That stupid little accident turned into coffee, late-night dinners, and eventually the first relationship either of us had treated like something worth protecting.
Then my manager tried to punish me for choosing her over overtime.
He lied to the police, accused me of stealing from the garage, and nearly destroyed the shop I had spent years building.
He forgot one thing.
I had cameras.
And Hannah had learned something from working in an ER.
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