The rest of the drive unfolded in silence, the kind that was not empty but tense and weighted, full of everything neither of us had the strength or permission to say. The city drifted past in streaks of winter light, blurring behind the fog of my migraine. Every shift of the car tugged at the pain behind my eyes, and every breath felt like effort.
Adrian did not look at me directly, but the tightness in his grip on the steering wheel did not ease.
When the car finally slowed, the halt pulled a quiet wince from me. I blinked enough to register polished steel, glass, and the discreet canopy of a private entrance.
He was out of the car in seconds, and my door opened a moment later. Cold air spilled into the cabin as his silhouette filled the frame. There was no question in his eyes and no
