Seated beside Donovan in the backseat of the car, Boma felt the oppressive silence engulfing them.
Phillip steered the vehicle, navigating the island streets with an air of detachment.
Boma chose silence, fearing any utterance might trigger Donovan's simmering rage, ready to erupt with the slightest provocation.
She had grown adept at navigating the storm of Donovan's temper, but today felt different. His anger seemed unrestrained, an unpredictable force that she struggled to comprehend.
Donovan, in the throes of frustration, drummed an impatient finger on the seat, his narrowed lashes revealing a tempest of fury as he stared out the window.
Boma cautiously assessed his mood, silently beseeching that the tempest within him would subside. Perplexed, she couldn't fathom the cause of h
