The drive home was quiet.
This silence was different, not the peaceful kind you find by a lake or a warm fire. It was the kind we'd grown used to over the past five months, the kind that's filled with unspoken words. The road was clear by morning, so we left before 9 am. As we drove back, the countryside didn't look as charming as it had on the way there. The same fields and hedgerows now just blurred together as I stared out the window, my mind preoccupied with the sound of a phone ringing at the worst possible time. The scenery passing by outside was just a distraction from my thoughts. We'd been driving for a while, but my mind was still stuck on that one moment, the sound of the phone ringing echoing in my head. It was as if everything else had faded into the background, and all that
