Chapter 25 — On The Way Back
The drive back to campus took forty minutes. Zane was quiet for most of it — the thoughtful kind, not the distant kind. The kind where something was sitting with him and he was turning it over carefully before deciding what to do with it. I didn't push. I watched the city move past the window and thought about meat pies and puddles and a library table that had started to feel familiar and a man in a kitchen on a Sunday morning saying he chose well like it cost him something to admit. About halfway back Zane said — to the road ahead: "What did you and my dad talk about? Before I came down." "Things." "Ava." "Tea." I kept my eyes on the window. "The newspaper. You." "What about me?" I glanced at him. "He said you chose well." Silence. "He said that," Zane said. Flat. Like he was v
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