The rest of the drive passes in silence, but the air inside the car feels different now. Heavier.
Like Elias left something behind in the backseat with me.
The city slowly thins outside the tinted windows, towering buildings giving way to quieter streets drowned in rain and silver light. My phone stays dark in my hand. No follow-up text. No explanation.
Just one name circling endlessly in my head.
Evelyn.
I almost ask the driver if he knows who she is.
But something stops me.
Because if Ronan trusted this man enough to drive me home, then anything I say probably reaches him before morning.
And somehow, I’m certain Ronan would know exactly why I asked.
The realization settles cold and uneasy beneath my ribs.
By the time the sedan pulls up outside my apartment building, the storm h
