The drive to Mr Richard's office was silent.
Not their usual comfortable silence...no, far from it. This one felt thick, packed with tension, like a rubber band pulled so tight that it might snap any second. The city moved outside the tinted windows in blurred colors, people, cars and buildings all meshing into one outside Damian’s car, none of it seemed to make sense to Aria. More like her mind was in too much of a mess for her to make sense of anything.
Aria turned her eyes to look at her hands, loosely folded over her thighs, her fingers still trembling faintly from everything that happened earlier. The panic attack had left her drained but strangely sharpened. Like her body was exhausted but her mind was wide awake and restless, unwilling to sit still.
Damian hadn’t spoken since ag
