Ana POV
There's a weird silence in the car as Ben drives us back from the weekly appointment with my therapist. He's been really quiet and distant since we moved into our new safehouse three days ago, enough to make me wonder if I really upset him with my outburst that day, but this silence is different. There's something hanging over us right now and I don't like it. I'd ask what it is, but I'm not sure I really want to know.
Uncomfortable, I look out the window to draw my thoughts away from the growing tension inside the car. Then I sit up straighter. We're driving into the downtown part of Phoenix. This isn't the way to the safehouse.
"Where are we going?"
"The FBI building," he says, keeping his gaze on the road.
"Why?"
"They have more questions."
"Why now, all of a sudden?"
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