When Zander told me I would be going with him to his aunt’s funeral, the words stayed trapped behind my teeth.
No.
That was the first thing that rose inside me. Sharp and Immediate.
But it never made it past my mouth.
I had only nodded.
Because there was nothing else I could do.
Refusing would be wrong. Refusing would be strange. Refusing would make him look at me longer than he already did. Ask questions he wasn’t asking yet.
So I nodded.
And now I was here.
Sitting in the car beside him.
Trapped.
The gates of the estate slid open slowly, the metal groaning as the driver pulled the car forward. Gravel crunched beneath the tires. The sound grated against my nerves.
I stared straight ahead.
My hands rested on my lap, fingers locked together so tightly the knuckles had gone pal
