Caleb turned away without hesitation, as if he had chosen not to notice the confusion and reluctance in Rivka's eyes.
He kept a tight hold on her hand and led her straight out of the restaurant.
The car door slammed shut behind them, cutting off the noise outside and leaving them alone in a silence heavy with everything neither of them was saying.
"Caleb, what's going on?"
Rivka's voice was quiet, but genuine concern softened it.
She studied his face carefully, searching for some clue in the hard set of his jaw and the tension in his expression.
At last, Caleb looked away from the road long enough to glance at her. When he saw the concern on her face, some of the anger left his eyes.
"Rivka," Caleb said, his tone a mix of helplessness and ironclad resolve, "I just want you to stay a
