Dave’s POV
The car remained silent as I drove, my hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. Celine sat beside me, her arms folded across her chest. She stared out the window, still visibly angry.
After several minutes, she finally broke the silence. “Where are we going?”
I ignored her deliberately.
She waited for a moment before speaking again. Looks like she knew how upset I was.
“Just so you know, I wasn’t planning to hurt myself. I know when to stop.”
I turned my head toward her, disbelief and frustration flashing across my features.
“Do you?” I asked.
She frowned, pouting her lips.
“What if your plan failed?” I continued, my voice tightening. “What if that truck had hit you?”
She immediately turned toward me. “Then maybe you should have thought about that before giving Sabrin
