The silence was awkward and tense. Kyle was undoubtedly mad at her for disobeying him. He’d been lenient, yet here she was, crossing boundaries. When the car finally stopped, Kyle waited, unspeaking, for Ashlee to get out.
“Kyle.” She tried again, but this third attempt at breaking the silence only deepened her embarrassment.
“I’m sorry, okay. I messed up, but that’s because you wouldn’t accept my request,” she said, shifting the blame onto him.
“Did I ask for an explanation?” His words struck her like arrows. The coldness in his tone was unbearable. She hadn’t yet learned how to handle someone she loved being angry with her.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered, biting her lip and staring at her hands as they fidgeted in her lap, still unable to bring herself to leave the car.
Kyle looked away
