Victor's POV
I help Selina into the car. I keep my arm around her waist, guiding her carefully to the passenger seat. She doesn’t say a word, not since I pulled her out of the bar. It’s like holding a fragile piece of glass, afraid I’ll shatter her if I do anything wrong. She’s too drunk. I need to get her home. I need her to be safe.
I slam the car door and get in. She stares out the window, her face pale, eyes glossed over. I can’t stand the silence.
“You okay?” I ask.
Nothing. Not a word. Her shoulders tense slightly, and I know she heard me, but she doesn’t respond.
I grip the steering wheel harder. The words I’ve been holding in since I first came back, since I started this mess, are sitting like stones in my chest. But they’re not for now. Not while she’s like this.
“Selina,”
