The drive back to the house was filled with an uneasy silence that hung thick in the air. The weight of unspoken words was almost suffocating.
The car hurtled at high speed through the evening, its headlights cutting through the building darkness that welcomed the night.
Roman’s grip on the steering wheel remained tight, his bruised knuckles turning white where they hadn’t split and bled as his mind churned with a mix of emotions—anger, hurt, and a lingering sense of distrust.
Becky sat in the passenger seat, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery lit up by street lights outside the car window. She longed to break the silence, to explain what had happened with Cole, but the tension in Roman’s body and the hardened expression on his face warned her against it. He had also told her as soo
