Elio drives us both into a quiet neighborhood. No, in a neighborhood that I hated driving back to.
The neighborhood Mom used to feel safe in.
Charlie's neighborhood.
A chill crawls up my spine like a spider I want to swat away. I resist the urge to tear Elio's jacket, off from my body, the same one he lend me when I shivered from the cold on the way back to his truck from my dad's former house.
Elio noticed my uneasiness but doesn't mention it knowing I'm not in the mood to talk about it. My uneasiness only expands more when his silence grows too loud.
I know he wants to say something instead of biting his tongue. The energy he exudes only made my anxiousness go haywire.
"Stop it," I scold the silence.
He looks away from the road for two seconds before looking back, no doubt startle
