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There was grim silence for the first thirty minutes of the drive. Elisabeth glanced at Shawn's profile once or twice before deciding that she did not want her last memory of his face to be frozen into that furious glare, a muscle working in his cheek, his teeth clenched. She looked at her hands, out the window at the watery gray view, at her shoes, anywhere but at him.
If he was going to be so deeply angry, she thought, he ought not to have insisted on driving her all the way to Boston. She could have managed on her own—
No, she could not have, and she knew it. If not for Shawn, she wouldn’t have been able to chase Gunnar down. What an irony.
“I can't believe you did this.” That was Gunnar's last message.
He viewed this as a betrayal. He thought she’d left town with Shawn and had n
