The ride out of the city stretched long, the kind that blurred miles into a steady hum of tires and the drone of passing music. Victoria had claimed the back seat, sprawled sideways with her feet tucked under her as she sang along to every song the radio offered, loudly, badly, but unapologetically. Her laughter filled the car more than the lyrics did, her voice cracking on the high notes, earning the occasional eyeroll from Silas.
Celeste sat quiet in the passenger seat, wrapped in the cocoon of her blanket. She kept her gaze on the rolling scenery beyond the window, but her focus drifted to the man beside her. His grip on the wheel was tight, knuckles pale, his jaw locked in the way it always was when something unsettled him.
Without thinking too long about it, Celeste shifted slightly
