Verena
Sadness crossed my face, the tension in the garage worsening as I leaned against the wall with only my temple touching it, arms crossed over my chest, eyes drifting to Daxton who had his head dipped under the car hood, hair slightly tousled as he worked his spanner on something and ignored me.
The drive back home had been suffocatingly silent—all thanks to Kian who weaved a lie in his drunken state. I had gone inside to wear something comfortable, thinking that he was already in his room not until the housekeeper asked to know why he was mad.
She mentioned that whenever he was boiling, he would always come to the garage and fix his cars—not because they were faulty. Instead, he would detach the important components of his car and fix them back, just to get his mind off whateve
