Rosa’s POV
The ride to North Carolina had been awkward. Bush sat in the front, eyes peeled on the road, while Alex and I were in the backseat, the silence stretching between us like a taut wire. I could feel Alex's stiffness even without looking at him. I was resting on his shoulder and it felt stiff and his hand over my thighs was clenched.
It was so awkward that I knew I had to break the tension. Maybe if I started talking, everyone would feel at ease.
“So…what do you think Evelyn would be like?” I asked, keeping my light. “Do you think she’s into tech…or maybe she’s just living a totally different life?”
Alex gave a small, noncommittal shrug. Bush suggested that she was probably spoiled, rich, and pampered like she had the world at her feet. Hours passed and the car finally rolle
