It had been minutes. Minutes since I cried my eyes out. Minutes since Tanner held me so protectively as I went limp in his arms. Minutes since he spoke softly into ear, saying things would get better.
"I- I'm sorry about your shirt. I messed it up." I sniffed, looking away from the window as Tanner drove to my work place.
"It's okay." He chuckled lightly, looking down at his T-shirt in which a spot was soaked with water. "But, uh... Do you want to talk about it now?"
I let out a breath. "I- I don't know..."
"Okay, but if you do.. I'm here."
I nodded, looking down at the seatbelt.
There was a silence between us. A comfortable silence. One that showed that we both had stuff on our minds, though. But I decided to break it.
"Do... Do you think I'm lying about Lenore?" I asked out of the
