KARIMA HEART
I slid into the front passenger seat next to Owain. The door clicked shut, and my eyes shot to him immediately. He didn’t even glance my way. He was too busy digging through the glove compartment, like the world inside there was more important than me.
"Can you explain what all of that was about?" My voice came out steady, though I knew one more notch higher, and I’d been shouting already.
He didn’t bother facing me. His eyes stayed glued to the mess of crumpled papers and maybe empty nylons in the compartment, fingers moving through them with a calm sharpness that felt deliberate.
"If you’ve got questions, Karry, ask them directly. Don’t start circling around it."
"I’m not circling around anything..."
"Really? Do you usually argue about things this way? Because it sound
