I do not share Cooper's photo with my group chat as I did not want to get in trouble for distributing photos of a minor.

"I'm sixteen," Cooper tells me again as I linger in the open passenger door. "I've had my license for eight months now." He doesn't look a day over twelve. Except that his voice has dropped. Otherwise, this bright-eyed, Beiber-haired teen did not look old enough to be toting me around town.

"Besides, I'm taking you to Logan's. It's not like I have to get on the highway or anything," he says, still holding his driver's license out to me as proof. I sigh in resignation. This young man would be driving Miss Sadie.

"Fine," I say and then drop into the passenger seat of his Ford Focus. I still send my coordinates to Bellamy because teenagers these days are terrifying. He watches me as I put my seatbelt on and I watch him check his mirrors and place his hands at ten and two. He then gently steps on the gas and we ease into the neighborhood.

"So I feel like you're new here," Cooper says, more like a statement than a question.

"Yep. Just got to town yesterday," I mutter as I look out the window.

"So you live in Mrs. Melvin's house now? She was this old lady that used to live there," Cooper explains with his eyes never leaving the road.

"I do indeed. She was my grandma," I admit as he carefully pulls onto the street that leads to town. He may actually be the most cautious and attentive driver I've ever had.

"Did you know Mark DuBois then?" Cooper hopefully asks and I flit my gaze over to him. He then adds, "You might not know sports...but he's like this really bomb-ass tight end that made it to the pros. He used to be your grandma's neighbor I guess." I debate whether to be honest or not. If it were anyone else I might have lied but instead, I say, "Yeah, I met Mark a few times actually when I'd visit my grandma in the summer."

"Was he cool?"

I shrug, "Yeah, he was..."

"He's like the only cool thing that has ever happened in Magnolia. We were hoping he'd come to the reunion last year, but he was probably busy."

I nod. Mark was busy that weekend. They had scheduled the reunion in August on the weekend of the first pre-season games. Mark had no time to fly into Arkansas to reminisce about winning state with his old high school team.

"His family moved away a few years ago, but he's still a legend in this town," Cooper says with a wide grin, probably thrilled to be in the presence of someone who has met Mark. I'd blow his little mind apart if I told him I was in the middle of divorcing the famous tight end.

"Yeah, bummer," I mutter as I hold my gaze out the window.

"So how do you know Logan?" He asks and usually I prefer silence in my Uber rides, but this kid is pretty charming so I'll allow the small-talk.

"He towed my car yesterday. That's the extent of it. How do you know Logan?"

"He's my uncle. My mom's brother."

"Ah, that explains why he's helping you out. Getting you work," I say with a smirk. He's still perched in his seat, leaning into the steering wheel with his hands firmly at ten and two.

"Yeah, I really want to buy a PS5 but my mom said I had to work for it so, I'm doing odd jobs around town. Trying to save," he confesses and now I have to tip this kid. He's driving me around at eight-thirty on Tuesday during summer break to save for a PlayStation. I'm so far from L.A.

"Well good for you, working to earn it. I think that's awesome," I admit and I see we are near the church which means we're a couple of blocks from the autobody shop.

"What do you do?" He asks and I freeze in my seat. I can't tell him I am a stay-at-home wife.

"I am a...uh...I'm an interior decorator," I say, and I decide I am going to stick with that if anyone else asks me that question. "It's why I am fixing up that house." He nods in understanding and then he rolls to a stop in front of the repair shop. I smile at him and then slide a few bills from my wallet. His eyes go wide when I hand him the fifty and a breath of a laugh escape him.

"Uh, Miss Sadie. People normally tip like five to ten bucks."

"You did me a solid Coop. I appreciate it," I smile at him and I'm pretty sure I just witnessed him visually swoon. I open the car door and right as I am about to slam it, he says, "Wait!" I watch as he reaches into the middle console and produces a small card. He hands it to me and says, "In case Wanda doesn't work out." I have no idea what the fuck that means, but I peer down at the small piece of paper and see it's his business card. Cooper Conway- for whatever you need. He then has his email and phone number on the bottom. This kid is going places.

"Thanks, Cooper, I'll keep this handy," I tell him and then shut the door with my hip. I hear the radio coming from inside the garage and wander around the piles of tires to go inside the wide opening. My car sits next to four other beaten-up cars and I wince when I see the damage in the sunlight. This is going to cost me.

"Sadie?" I hear my name coming from behind me and spin around to find Logan decked out in an oil-stained blue utility suit. His skinny frame is drowning in the fabric and he has the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

"Tis I," I say with a bow and he strides over to me while looking at my car.

"I got my work cut out for me with this one," he tells me and he too is sad at the damage done to the vintage beauty.

"Stupid deer," I mutter and then flit my gaze over to Logan. He runs his dirty hand through his blonde hair, leaving dark streaks on his temple as he says, "I uh gotta ask you something." He looks nervous so I wonder what he's about to ask me. I hope to God he doesn't hit on me or try and exchange a date for his services or anything.

"I pulled the registration to enter the VIN and uh, well this car isn't registered to a Sadie Melvin," he says before stuffing his hands into his pockets. "I might look the other way, but when I saw who it was registered to, I felt like I needed to ask." We lock eyes, him urging me to give him an explanation as to how I ended up with the famous tight end's car. He probably doesn't want to touch the car if it's stolen.

"It's funny really..." I start and then ask, "Do I have mechanic-client confidentiality here?"

He blows out a laugh, "Not if this is getting into gray areas legally."

"It's all legal," I tell him with a wave of my dainty hand. "The car is mine, Mark just...may have been the one to buy it."

"Uh-huh," he says, eyeing me like I might be a fugitive now. "And why did he buy you this here car?"

"Well, because I am his wife," I tell him and Logan lets out a loud laugh.

"You're Mark DuBois's wife?"

"Well, soon-to-be ex-wife, yes. You can Google him and see or check out my Instagram." I know the news of our divorce made the news circuit a few months ago, he'll just see me with bleach-blonde hair instead of the chestnut hair I am rocking now. He slides his phone from his saggy pocket and his thumbs move around the keyboard. He then flicks his suspicious eyes up to me.

"You're seriously Alabama DuBois? Legal name Sadie Alabama DuBois?" He asks, stunned at the revelation. "You are married to Mark? The biggest name to come out of Magnolia. Hell Arkansas."

"Johnny Cash is from Arkansas," I tell him flatly.

"Why are you going by Sadie Melvin? You'd be a celebrity here. Did you tell Coop who you were?" The stunned mechanic asks me and I quickly shake my head.

"No, and you're not going to either. I am here laying low while we go through the divorce. I don't need the fanfare," I tell him while pointing my intimidating finger at him. "I don't want anyone to know who I am."

"Why?"

"Because of your reaction. I don't want to talk about Mark. I don't want to be associated with Mark. I am tired of being Alabama DuBois and came here to just be Sadie Melvin, Old Sadie's granddaughter."

He's still eyeing me like I am insane.

"Finn doesn't know either?"

"No, I just met the guy yesterday. He doesn't need to know. No one needs to know," I tell him between gritted teeth. Hoping Logan won't turn around and tell the whole damn town that I am here.

He blows out a long breath between his teeth while he drops his fists to his hips.

"Well shit. Alright, I won't tell. I used to be friends with his brother Tom ya know? He left town before Mark did though. Went somewhere..."

"Yes, my brother-in-law moved to Texas."

"Ah, that's right. Well, I'm a little bummed I can't advertise that I worked on Mark DuBois's car."

"It's my car," I reiterate and then wander away from the damage. We move up to the front of the garage and linger in the open frame. I stay in the shade, not crossing into the line of sunshine outside of the garage door.

"I will pay for the damages. Mark can stay out of this."

"Fine. I was going to go easy on you because you looked so helpless yesterday, but now I'm not cutting costs. I know you're good for it," he says with a laugh.

"Hey, you better not try and pull anything. I'll still have Finn double-check the bill," I threaten with a smirk and it must work because he holds up his hands and says, "Finn would have my ass if I tried to gauge you." He then slides a set of keys from his other pocket and adds, "Now, I know you're here for Wanda." He tosses me the keys and then shifts his gaze to the gray beater car parked at the corner of the lot. Suddenly Cooper's comment made a hell of a lot more sense.

"Ah, the hunk of junk is Wanda," I clarify and we move toward the old Sable.

"She's not pretty, but she'll get you around," he says as I pull the door open. I'm not even seated inside and the musty, cigarette smell lingering on the stain-covered fabric hits me in the face. I turn to look at him and my expression has him saying, "Or you can hire Coop. He'd be glad to tote you around." It will take me twice as long to get anywhere with the timid teenager, so I sigh and drop into the car.

"Thanks, Logan. This will do," I tell him and then stick the key in the ignition. I took about forty photos of me driving in my Mustang out here, but I can guarantee not a single photo will be snapped of me while I am in this car.