ROMAN
I gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles were pale, the leather groaning under the strain.
The silence in the car was suffocating.
Courtney sat next to me, arms folded across her chest, legs crossed, her perfume too sharp in the enclosed space. She wasn't looking at me, but I could feel the weight of her thoughts pressing against the glass between us.
Neither of us spoke. But everything unsaid was louder than anything either of us could have said.
The city lights passed in a blur, muted by the heavy quiet.
"Roman."
I didn't respond.
"Roman." Her voice was sharper this time, tugging me out of my thoughts.
A muscle ticked in my jaw, but I kept my eyes on the road. "What?"
Her head snapped toward me, incredulous. "Don't know what' me."
I exh
