I drove up slowly, quietly

… sometime around 5:35 AM because I knew for sure no one would be in the parking lot at that time. I think we were technically broken up then? Who knows. It was a constant back and forth back and forth with him. Anyways, I climbed in through the trunk because I knew the lock was broken. There were a bunch of paintings and boxes back there to climb over but I was able to reach my hand through to push the unlock button on one of the rear doors. Then I climbed back out and checked to make sure no one was around still before I opened that side door to find what I came looking for. There it was, his backpack. I knew just where he kept his stash and how much to take without him noticing.