Whitney shook her head as she and Jared pulled in to the hospital parking garage, the pair of them squeezed into the bucket seats of his Ferrari. “It’s like the end of an era.” As part of their agreement with the city of Pleasant Park, he and Whitney put in regular volunteer hours at the local hospital. Usually they were there to lend credibility and do consultations, but they sometimes got into the operating room, as was the case with Jared’s pro bono burn reconstruction the other day. It felt a bit like old times—he and Whitney, side by side, doing actual good in the world. Maybe it was the combination of those things that made him feel so nostalgic. The car, the work, the woman he’d once planned on spending his life with. He wasn’t normally so morose on the cusp of a big surgery. “Yeah, well.” He put the car in park. “It’s kind of dated, don’t you think?” “You?
