The silence in the car felt like a live wire, humming with things neither of them knew how to say.
Emmett traced the edges of the polaroid with his thumb, his pulse a dull, uneven rhythm in his ears. He should have known she wouldn’t just let him disappear. Elisia had never been the type to let things go—not when they mattered. And this—whatever was left between them—clearly still did.
He just wasn’t sure if that made things better or worse.
"You’re quiet," she said finally.
He huffed a breath, shaking his head. "What do you want me to say, Elisia? That I’m sorry? That I’d take it all back if I could?" He turned to face her. "You already know that."
Her jaw tightened. "Yeah. I do."
And yet, here they were.
She didn’t say anything else, just put the car into gear and pulled back onto
