FREYA POV
I leaned my head back against the leather headrest and watched Steve’s.
He focused on the drive as if nothing had happened; he definitely knew I wanted to know what was going on. He could feel my eyes on him, and he could feel the way my breath hitched every time the engine roared louder, but he chose not to talk about it, focusing on the drive.
I looked down at the center console, where the phone was now dark. I wanted to reach out and grab it and read the full thing, but I know I can’t.
I exhaled slowly, trying to force the tension out of my shoulders. I followed his lead. leaned back into the car seat and tried to focus on the blur of trees passing by the window. Even though deep down I knew there was a problem. A big one.
The name Mark was now a poison to my ears. Hearin
