Ivy
The silence in the car on the way home was suffocating. Josh’s hand rested gently on the steering wheel, his other gripping the gearshift like it was the only thing keeping him grounded. He didn’t speak. He didn’t look at me. And I didn’t try to fill the silence.
When we reached the apartment, he parked but didn’t move to get out. The streetlight poured through the windshield, illuminating the tension written all over his face. "Is it his?" he asked softly. There was no need to say the name. We both knew who he was.
I turned toward him. "Yes." Josh nodded. Not angry. Not shocked. Just… quietly devastated. "I figured," he said, offering a bitter little smile. "The way you looked at him. The way he looked at you." I stared down at my lap. "I didn’t plan for this," I whispered. "I didn
