On the way back, Corey was silent. Meanwhile, I was also deep in thought.
It was a common occurrence when we were together in a car. He was a person with many secrets and a chain on his lips. Perhaps it was because he looked down on me that he despised talking to me. In short, in my memory, apart from quarrelling with him, we hadn't had a conversation that exceeded ten sentences.
Gradually, I got used to our interactions. It was better to be silent than to lie. At least, the silence was real.
When I observed where he was heading, I realised he was not headed to the community I was living in, so I asked him to drop me off by the road.
He didn't say anything, nor did he stop the car. He just kept a stoic expression silently.
"Mr. Guzman, please stop the car. I want to get out." I had
