The drive have been quiet for a little while now. I was looking out the window, watching the familiar routes pass by when Adrian broke the silence with a question I was not expecting at all. Just, out of nowhere.
"You’re not really close to your father, are you?"
I blinked and then slowly, I turned my head toward him.
"That's... random," I said. "Why would you ask that?"
He kept his eyes on the road. "You talk about your mom a lot. And I noticed you've never talked about your dad."
I let out a long, weary sigh, looking back out the window as the suburban houses blurred past. "Something like that," I said.
There was a brief silence.
"Does it have anything to do with their divorce?" he asked.
I stiffened. If I can remember correctly, I haven't exactly told him about my parents divorc
