The drive was unusually quiet.
Gina tapped her fingers against the steering wheel, occasionally glancing at April, who sat with her arms crossed, staring blankly out the window.
Her best friend’s face was stiff, her lips pressed into a firm line, and her eyes looked… exhausted.
Gina let out a soft sigh.
She had known April long enough to understand that when she got like this—silent, withdrawn—it meant something had happened.
And whatever it was, it wasn’t good.
She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, fighting the urge to start interrogating her on the spot.
“Let her breathe, Gina. Give her a minute.”
But by the time they reached the main road leading to April’s apartment, Gina had lost all patience.
She made a sudden turn, veering off their usual route.
April blinked, f
