LILY'S POV
We went the next morning.
Just the two of us. Mason had been quiet since the restaurant, not the withdrawing kind of quiet but the kind that meant something was being turned over carefully and he wasn't ready to put it down yet.
I didn't push in or make any attempt to ask him.
He drove.
I watched the road and let the silence be what it needed to be.
"I used to know every tree on this route," he said. Somewhere around the forty minute mark. "Every turn. Every place the road dips before it rises again." He pause. "I drove it for seven years and then I didn't drive it for three and my hands still remember it."
"Muscle memory," I said.
"Yes." He looked at the road. "Callum used to say the body holds what the mind tries to put down."
"Was he right."
"He was usually right."
