The car ride home from the warehouse party was silent, save for the aggressive hum of the air conditioner and the audible grinding of David’s teeth.
David drove with the stiff, jerky movements of a man who wanted to punch the steering wheel but was worried about bruising his knuckles. He stared straight ahead, his jaw clenched so tight a vein throbbed in his temple.
Louise sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window at the blurring city lights. She wasn't afraid. In her previous life, this silence would have been a prelude to days of cold-shoulder treatment that would leave her begging for forgiveness.
Tonight, however, she was just counting down the seconds until the explosion.
They pulled into the driveway of their apartment complex. David killed the engine but didn't unlock th
