Chapter 23.
Clara’s Pov.
The air in the car was thick as I sat next to Maxwell in the front seat of the car.
My head rested on the window as I kept my eyes on the passing lights, watching the city glow in streaks of gold and white, blurring like distant stars each time he turned a corner.
My cheeks burned, and amidst the silent drive, I could feel his gaze flickering towards me, searching like he wanted to say something but couldn’t.
I leaned into the window, making sure to avoid any form of contact.
I am not doing this date because I want to. I am doing this date because it could be the only way to get heard. Perhaps, after this date, he would finally learn to respect my words. Yet, for a strange reason, I still looked forward to the kind of evening it would be.
Lost in my own tr
