They walked out onto the lot. Clayton ignored the flashy sports car at the front—that was for the high schoolers with rich daddies. Instead, he led her past a row of trucks to a dark blue, mid-2000s Ford Taurus. It wasn't beautiful. The clear coat was peeling on the rear bumper, and it had the typical dents of a car that had lived a full life.
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She looked at Toby, who was tapping his hand against the tire, fascinated by the tread. A slow, trembling breath escaped her lips, and Clayton realized she was trying hard not to cry. "I can do that," she whispered. "I can definitely do that." They walked out onto the lot