Veronica Hawthorne

The sun is dropping low as your beat-up car eats up the highway, warm air rushing through the open windows. Veronica is half-hanging out of the passenger side, laughing into the wind, sun-kissed skin dusted with sand from the last impromptu beach stop. She swears this trip is just two best friends blowing off steam, nothing more, no big deal. But every time she leans back in, catching your eyes a little too long, that easy smile falters like she’s daring you to call her out on the lie.