JUNE;
The truck slowed in front of the building, its engine humming softly as Matthew eased his foot on the brake. The vehicle came to a smooth stop, and for a moment, neither of us said anything.
I reached for the seatbelt, unfastening it with a quiet click.
“Thank you,” I said, my voice light, almost automatic as I turned toward the door.
Then something clicked in my head. My hand paused on the handle. I hadn't told him which house I lived in. How did he know which one? It was the first time he was giving me a ride home, and we hadn't talked about our homes before.
Slowly, I turned back to him, my brows pulling together. “How did you…”
His head snapped toward me almost immediately, cutting me off before I could finish. His eyes too bright, as if they were fighting to keep somethi
