KELVIN’S POV
Los Angeles alive in that quiet, distant way it gets at night. The city moves around us. Inside the car was silence. I keep my eyes on the road, hands steady on the wheel, posture controlled like always.
She sits beside me, close enough that I’m aware of her without looking, every small movement, every shift in her breathing, every second stretching longer than it should.
Neither of us speaks at first, we don’t need to. Everything is already there. The dinner. Austin. The way his hand stayed on her like a claim.
My jaw tightens slightly. I shouldn’t care but I do. “Why are you still with him?” The question comes out before I can stop it.
But there’s something under it. Her head turns slightly toward me. “Why do you care?” Her voice is steady, but not soft, not defensive e
