He’s tremendously bothered, and he’s losing any sense of ability to conceal that. His face is slanted to the glass, blankly staring at the enormous corporate buildings. He’s intensely quiet, contemplating what he should do next. We’re inches next to each other, but his mind is miles away from me - Olivia has it. I attempt to break him away from his deep, depressing thoughts, but I keep failing. I talk, he nods. I ask, he shrugs. Until I give up, understanding he isn’t in the right emotional state to speak. The exceptionally quiet ambience in his car is so agonizing that my hands and feet fidget. He’s been like this since we left the hospital and I’m scared that he’ll be like this for the rest of the night. I jerk my view away from the glass when, moments later, Mr. Acosta’s voice reaches m
