Chapter 49 Home Again.
Davina P.O.V We drove in silence, I was afraid if I spoke that I'd break again, I think Tim knew exactly how I was feeling because he didn't speak either except to remind me to buckle up and drink my blood I brought. Finally, out of the city, I glanced at Tim, wondering if I should ask him, but was too afraid of the answer, so I bit my tongue and remained silent. I wanted to call back home and tell them what happened, but again, I couldn't even dial the numbers when Tim handed over his phone. My hands were shaking too much. I sighed and gave him back. I'm glad, though, that Tim kept a straight face the entire time and not giving me any sympathetic looks. He knew exactly what I was going through because he had gone through it himself, and also, he could probably read my feelings or mind.
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