Damian POV
The drive home was silent.
Lira and I sat in the car, holding a silence that felt heavier with each passing second. Her eyes were fixed on the window, but I knew her mind wasn’t there. She was still at that dinner table, replaying everything that happened.
I wanted to say something, anything, to break the silence. But the words stuck in my throat.
I glanced at her. She looked calm on the outside, but her fingers were tightly wrapped around her purse. Too tight.
“You okay?” I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
She nodded slowly, still not looking at me. “Yeah. Just tired.”
But it didn’t feel like tiredness. It felt like distance. Cold and final. Her mood had shifted. That quiet, guarded expression told me we had slipped back into that place where words no long
