THEO
We drove in silence, nothing but the wind and the rumble of my truck’s engine to listen to. The sun had long since set, but the temperature outside was still in the high sixties.
Ava was curled up in the passenger seat, knees tucked to her chest as she stared out the window, forehead braced against the glass. She’d stopped sniffling a while ago, but I could tell she was still upset.
“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked softly.
She shook her head.
“Hungry? We can stop somewhere for food. I noticed you didn’t eat much.”
She shook her head again.
With one hand on the steering wheel, I reached across the center console with the other. I took her hand and squeezed her fingers. “Talk to me, sweetheart. You’ll feel better.”
“What’s there to say? My Dad’s an asshole, but…”
“What?”
