Chapter 31
The air around me felt thick, dense with confusion, and heavy with unspoken words.
I stood there, my bag still slung over my shoulder, watching Adrian Blackwell step out of the driver’s seat like it was the most natural thing in the world.
But it wasn’t. Not for him. Not for us.
His presence in front of my building, behind the wheel of the car that had been taking me home every day, rattled me.
I had spent the entire ride staring out the window, wallowing in my thoughts, completely oblivious to the fact that he had been the one driving me.
Had I known, would I have acted differently?
Would I have sneaked glances at him? Tried to decipher the reason behind his actions?
Would I have had the courage to ask why?
Now, as he walked toward me with steady, purposeful steps, my
