The hum of the engine filled the silence.
Just the low vibration of Zed’s car and the occasional sweep of headlights cutting through the provincial road.
I sat in the passenger seat, bag clutched against my chest as if it could shield me. My ankle throbbed under the bandage, every bump in the road reminding me I wasn’t fine. The air smelled faintly of leather and of him—comforting and suffocating at the same time.
“I-I’m fine. Hindi mo naman kailangan na personal akong dalhin sa ospital. O kaya kahit si Ezra or Iris na lang sana.” Basag ko sa katahimikan, forcing a lightness I didn’t feel.
His hands didn’t leave the wheel, but I noticed his knuckles whiten against the leather grip.
“You worked under my supervision. Of course, I’ll be held responsible,” he said evenly, eyes fixed on th
