Sheila’s POV
The city looks different from the passenger seat of Brendan’s car.
Maybe it’s the way the lights smear across the glass when we pass through intersections, or how quiet it feels inside despite the chaos outside. The kind of quiet that makes your stomach twist because you know it’s not really peace it’s control. His control.
He hasn’t said much since we left. Just one hand on the wheel, the other resting casually near the gear shift. He doesn’t even glance at me, but I can feel it the way he’s aware of every move I make. The way his silence fills the whole car like it belongs to him, too.
I should ask where we’re going, but I don’t. I just watch the city blur by, trying to steady the racing thoughts in my head. After everything that’s happened between us, I should’ve learne
