** Ryder’s POV **
The second the car doors shut, the world goes quiet. It’s not a peaceful or relieved quiet; it’s a stunned silence.
Paige sits between me and Parker in the back seat, staring straight ahead. She hasn’t said a word since the police finally let us go. Her glow has dimmed to almost nothing, not gone, just tucked deep inside her.
The engine hums as we pull away from the curb. I’m not sure how we all switched seats, but Ronnie is now driving with Blaine beside him, while Callen, Remy and Hayden climbed into the second car behind us.
Paige’s fingers twitch in her lap. She hasn’t cried. She hasn’t shaken. She’s just… still, too still.
I don’t know what I’m supposed to say to her in this situation… I’m sorry your as*hole ex-husband died? But I’m not sorry at all, I’m only s
