Isabella’s POV.
I tried not to think of anything as we drove back to the Mekka's house.
Ever since his ‘confession’, in the car, I didn't quite know what to feel.
I had questions but I preferred not to ask.
Not to complicate things than they already were.
So I kept mute throughout the whole drive.
Not daring to say a word or even touch him.
The air in the car was tense, even Esam could feel it.
He tickled the radio a couple of times, searching for the right channel or anything else that had music in it, to play so he could lighten the mood.
But even that didn't work.
The suffocating feeling of awkwardness still weighed on us both.
Luckily, we were within Mekka's area and soon, I could see her house coming into view.
“We're here.” He announced like I didn't have eyes.
“Yeah,”
