MEADOW'S POV.
The rest of the journey was painfully quiet.
Not because the argument had ended.
It hadn't.
Killian simply wasn't interested in repeating himself anymore.
His eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly enough for the muscles in his forearms to stand out.
Marshall sat beside him with his arms folded, staring out the window.
Neither of them looked happy.
I shifted slightly in the back seat, trying to ease the ache in my leg.
Penny sighed inside my head.
"They're exhausting."
Neither of them seemed to notice I was even there.
After several more minutes of silence, Marshall spoke first.
"I still don't understand why you expect me to suddenly go back."
Killian didn't even look at him.
"That's your home."
Marshall gave a dry
