On the drive home, both Caroline and Victor remained silent.
Victor glared as though reacting to darkly unpleasant thoughts.
Caroline shook with fury and embarrassment that choked off her words. All the long way, the silence grew between them.
They had been silent before, but for the first time it felt uncomfortable, and when they got out of the car, Victor didn’t touch Caroline. He didn’t take her hand, or wrap his arm around her waist, the way he normally did.
Terrified by Victor’s unprecedented demeanor, her aimless mental chattering increased. I don’t know this side of him at all and have no idea what it means. She thought desperately for something—anything—to say that could break the icy stalemate, but not one work could force its way between her tingling lips.
Inside the chilly
