They did not speak in the car. Without a phone, Kyle could not book a taxi, and he felt in no way able to walk home.
He sat in Jessica’s car beside her in the backseat and stared out the window. He watched the buildings pass and disappear, replaced by identical buildings, all alabaster white, formulaic in their construction, the only differences being the signs atop their doors. Their windows so clean that they reflected perfectly each pedestrian strolling past on this Saturday morning.
A suffocating heat rose within Kyle. One that made him feel like the air itself was draining from the car with every breath that he and Jessica shared. Kyle cupped his hand over his mouth, expecting the spewing that seemed inevitable.
‘Please don’t throw up,’ Jessica said without looking at him. She lit
