RAYA
"Are you cold? I can turn up the heater," I heard Valen say. It was the third attempt he had made at making conversation with me. This time I purposely turned my head to face him, gently relaxing my hands that had been folded across my chest.
"No, I'm fine," I said after a while.
He said nothing, but I could see his fingers tighten on the steering as he tore his eyes away from me. What was that in his eyes? I wondered. Guilt? I couldn't tell. One thing I knew for sure was that he was walking on eggshells today. So he did know. He knew how terrible I must be feeling about all this. But I could not bring myself to ask the one question that burned at the back of my mind; how did he feel about it? Was he as disappointed and devastated about it? Did the thought of it keep him awake th
