The truck shook as he got into our street road.
We weren’t speaking. We couldn’t. My head stared outside the window of the car and my legs were bunched up right on the seat. But his hand stayed on my thigh, squeezing it gently every five minutes.
I didn’t tell him to pull away.
Even if I should have.
We were supposed to keep a distance. I wanted one last kiss. His hand on me. On my neck. On my skin. Inside me. Not… not holding me. But it was enough. I’d manage what I could get.
The second we pulled into the compound, I saw everyone standing outside. Everyone. Including my Father.
“Say nothing.” Decker said, turning off the engine. “Do you understand?”
I sat upwards, looking at him. “What—?”
He was already outside, slamming his door and walking towards them.
He didn’t get fa
