Isabella’s POV
He started the engine as soon as I asked him to and in no time, Esam's car was moving.
The drive home was quiet, the kind of silence that only allowed the noise of his car to be heard in the background.
Esam used not radio and so I could hear the wind, yes it was that type of silence.
One heavier than any argument we could have had.
Esam’s hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, I could see how his knuckles turned white when as dark as it was.
When I raised my face to catch him, I noticed his eyes focused on the road ahead too, not minding me at all.
I stared out of the window, my arms wrapped around Charles as he slept peacefully in my lap while I also decided to get busy with whatever I could.
The tension in the car continued to linger like an invisible weight t
