ROLAN
The wind hums low and steady through the little opening from the tinted window as I keep my eyes on the long road gripping the wheel tighter.
The drive back to Seattle is quiet except for Mara humming softly beside me occasionally.
Beside me, Mara is sitting, her legs tucked up on the seat.
She’s gazing out the window with a calm face, though the occasional furrow of her brow betrays the constant sight of her pretty face.
I know she's been thinking about something ever since she returned from wherever she was taken to from my surgery.
Her mind is clouded with a worry she refuses to share with me.
Every time I try to bring up the topic, the deal she had to make to save me, she becomes distant—sensitive, closed off, and unwilling to talk about it.
“Mara.” My voice breaks t
