#Chapter 262: A Little Rusty

Abby The tow company finally arrives, bringing my car—well, Karl’s car—back from the snowy ditch where it had been abandoned during the incident. I stand by, anxiously watching as they unload the car and bring it back to its rightful place in the driveway. Karl stands beside me, his hands tucked into his coat pockets, a warm and amused smile on his face as he watches me fret over the car. When the tow truck driver finally finishes unfastening the car and placing it back in the driveway, Karl and I walk over to take a closer look. “There’s no damage as far as I can see,” the tow truck driver says as we approach. “But you’re welcome to take a look for yourself.” Karl nods and takes a step closer, inspecting the car for any dents or scrapes, but thankfully there are none. “Looks good to me,” Karl says with a smile. “Thanks for your services.” The tow truck driver gives Karl a curt nod and returns to his truck to get our bill. As we wait, I turn to Karl, feeling a pang of gu