I Am Merely a Passing Breeze

The day after our wedding, Deanna Somerhalder secured her seatbelt and offhandedly told the car’s GPS, “Let’s go home.”

The screen lit up, and the GPS said, “Now navigating to Harvey Bishop’s home.”

My back stiffened. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harvey look up from the backseat.

Deanna started driving. She sounded unbothered as she said, “The GPS is just using the most frequently used saved location. It’s just numbers. Anyway, this way we can drop Harvey home first.”