Michelle
“Can we go somewhere close to the station?” I asked.
He raised his eyebrows at me and turned away from the road. “Please, look at the road,” I said, gripping the side of my seat.
“No,” he said skeptically.
“But why not?”
I shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to see the station. I don’t even think we’re driving by it.”
He chuckled. “There’s nothing spectacular about the station.”
“It’s my birthday. Can I at least go where I want to go?”
He was quiet for a moment, breathing heavily as his hands drummed against his thigh and then the steering wheel, which he gripped. “Are you okay?”
“What?”
He brought his head slightly closer to mine. “I said, are you okay?”
“No,” he said. “But that is only if you want to know the truth. Honestly, I’m not okay, Michelle. And I don’t think I’ll b
