Sheila’s POV
The city lights blur past the car windows, a wash of gold and shadow that hums against my chest. The hum of the engine mixes with faint jazz from the radio, the kind of song that belongs to dark rooms and whispered secrets.
Brendan’s hand rests on the wheel, but his other hand lies lazily between us, close enough that my skin hums from the heat of it. There’s something in his silence tonight something heavier than usual.
I glance at him, trying to read what’s behind that calm face. His jaw looks set, eyes fixed on the road like he’s driving through more than just traffic.
“Where are we going?” I finally ask, voice low.
He glances at me briefly, lips twitching into a half-smile. “You’ll see.”
That answer makes my stomach twist. It always does. Because “you’ll see” means h
