Blanche's POV
As I pulled away from Amara's neighborhood, my phone buzzed with Zain's name lighting up the screen.
I stared at his contact for a moment but didn't answer.
The call eventually went to voicemail, and that's when my car decided to completely give up on me. The engine died, and warning lights started flashing across the dashboard.
I tried turning the key a few times and messing with different buttons, but nothing worked.
Left with no choice, I climbed out to check what was wrong.
Walking around the vehicle, I discovered several nails embedded deep in the passenger-side rear tire.
I let out a frustrated sigh and rubbed my temples, feeling completely defeated. Standing there on the roadside, I had no clue what my next move should be—today was turning into a complete disaster.
The trunk held a jack and spare tire, so I opened it up and attempted to figure out the whole tire-changing process on my own.
