The city noise faded into a distant hum as I slipped my headphones over my ears, cranking up my favorite playlist. The bass thumped steadily against my skull, a desperate attempt to drown out the swirling mess of the Wolfe family drama that refused to leave me alone. I stared out the window, watching buildings blur past, but the knot in my chest stayed stubbornly tight.
I didn’t miss Ian’s eyes flicking to the rearview mirror every few seconds. He didn’t say anything at first he just watched, like he was piecing together a puzzle I hadn’t even shown him yet. After a few minutes, I couldn’t take the quiet scrutiny anymore. I tugged the headphones down around my neck.
“Hey, Ian,” I said, forcing a lightness into my voice. “If you’ve got something on your mind, just spit it out. I don’t bit
