Caleb
I slammed the car door harder than I intended.
The satisfying thud echoed in my ears, but it did nothing to quiet the rage boiling inside me.
Sonya lingered in the driveway, balancing on stilettos like a porcelain doll at the edge of fracturing.
She was too stunned and seething after our explosive argument.
I didn’t care.
Not anymore.
She’d made her choices, said her words, done her damage, and now she should deal with the aftermath.
I sat there in silence, jaw tight, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard that the leather groaned beneath my fingers.
Still, I didn’t drive off. I waited.
After a few long seconds, I saw her storm toward the car, yanking the door open and sliding in without a word.
I felt a flash of regret, but I swallowed it hard.
She didn’t look at me,
