Mirellie
I stayed stiff and quiet inside the car as it moved.
The interior felt too small for how loud my thoughts were. The soft hum of the engine filled the space between me and Hannah, but it did nothing to calm me. My hands rested in my lap, carefully still, as though any movement might unravel whatever fragile control I had left.
Hannah sat beside me, composed in a way that felt almost unfair. She was dressed differently now, formal enough for the banquet, yet still carrying that quiet, controlled efficiency that never seemed to break no matter the situation. I’m sure she’s used to banquets like this and has attended plenty of it.
She wasn’t looking at me constantly, but I could feel her awareness of me anyway.
Outside the window, the world was beginning to change.
The closer we
