Ava
I dig the tip of my fingernails into my palm as I glare at my husband, waiting for him to answer my question.
The silence in the car is thick and it stretches to the point that it almost feels suffocating. Quite frankly I don't think I’ll be able to keep the anger burning in my chest from spilling much longer.
Outside Benjamin casually leans against the hood of the car, his arms folded across his chest as he stares into the distance. He’s been standing there for the last five minutes, ever since I politely asked him to get out of the car while I had a conversation with my husband.
A husband who was quite literally getting on my last nerves with the whole silence thing he was going for instead of providing me with answers.
The parking lot is filled with people moving in and out of
