AMELIA
The tension in the car was suffocating. Bernard gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white. His jaw was set, his silence far more terrifying than any yelling could have been. I sat beside him, trembling, unable to meet his eyes.
I kept stealing glances at him, hoping for some c***k in his stern expression, but there was none. Behind us, Sofia and Sandra sat stiffly, their usual chatter replaced with an uncomfortable silence. Even they were too scared to speak. Bernard’s fury was real, and no one dared to push him further.
The car hit a bump, and I flinched. I felt Sandra place a hand on my shoulder from the back seat, but she didn’t say anything. Neither did Sofia. It was as if the weight of Bernard’s anger silenced everyone. I wanted to scream, cry, or explain my
