The rest of the drive continues mostly in silence. While Jeremy listens to a breakfast show on the radio and then switches over to a local rock station when the show ends, I lose myself in memories of the past as I stare out of the window.
After Jeremy paid for our breakfast and we left the diner, I sat in a tense silence waiting for him to ask why I dropped my coffee.
While I know I could get away with saying it slipped out of my hand, I have no excuse if he asks why it happened right after he said I was maternal.
But Jeremy surprises me by not pushing, which makes me think that he knows I’ll lie if he asks me, or I’ll refuse to talk about it.
Whatever the reason, when he doesn’t demand any answers, I can’t help but feel relieved.
Right up until we reach Dawley in the early afternoon
