Maria's Point of View
The return car ride from the beach was quiet, too quiet. Hana slept in the backseat with her head on Floyd's shoulder. He and Hana were finally together again, playing and laughing like they hadn't been torn apart for what felt like an eternity. Seeing them both back together gave me a little peace, but inside of me churned with turmoil with each passing minute.
Kairo kept moving, one hand in on the wheel, the other resting languidly over the gear shift. His face revealed nothing; his jaw was clenched hard. I had known he was that deep in his head as well as I was in mine. We hadn't said much since the run-in with Fredrick that morning; now I didn't even know how to start.
Fredrick's words echoed in my head, and the guilt I had toward him gnawed at me. He had been
