Abby
The car ride stretches on in silence, punctuated only by the sound of the car engine humming and the soft sound of classical music coming through the radio.
I have to contain a chuckle; some things never change. Karl was always the type to put on piano music and go for a drive when he was angry, and now, that’s exactly what he’s doing. But I don’t mind. I lean my head back on the head rest and close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the soft notes.
The ride continues like this for a while, and at one point, I almost doze off. But the memories of what happened at dinner continue to haunt me. Gianna’s words were so pointed, so full of venom, and they cut deep. It breaks my heart that there are still people, particularly within my circle, who still think I’m a cheater.
With a sigh,
