Alex
The drive back was awkward. I couldn't find a way to break this tense silence and kept glancing back at Alison.
Her eyes were unfocused and her brows furrowed, as if revisiting a bad memory—which I guessed had something to do with what she'd said at her parents' house.
What did she mean, kidnapped and abused? I'd never heard of that. Did her parents by any chance try to keep it under wraps?
The thought of someone laying a hand on her made my blood boil. I must remind myself to ask Demetrius to find out what happened.
I glanced back at Alison. She was still in the same position—unfocused, slightly parted lips, and furrowed brows.
"Is it always like that?" I asked, intending to stop her from torturing herself with any more painful memories.
"Hmm?" She seemed not to have understoo
