Lisa’s POV
The ride home felt unnaturally quiet, that wasn’t because the city itself was quiet, California was never quiet. Cars still crowded the roads in impatient lines, horns still sounded from somewhere ahead. The streetlights still glowed against glass buildings while people moved through sidewalks with the usual evening rush, but inside the car… Everything felt muted, it was like the world had been lowered several volumes too far.
I sat near the window, staring outside without really seeing anything. My reflection looked back at me faintly against the glass, tired… distracted, annoyingly emotional and the worst part? I couldn’t even properly explain what exactly I was feeling, jealousy sounded ridiculous, suspicion sounded dramatic. Even anger felt inaccurate, so what exactly wa
