Azazel
The drive takes place in a heavy silence. Mallory did not want to go in the front seat. I think the distance that she necessarily gets by going in the back seat reassures her. This unfortunately prevents any conversation. On the other hand, I am too pissed off to talk without showing my anger and that would only add to her anxiety. How can anyone treat a person like this? What kind of human being is capable of making someone suffer to the point of destruction? I look at her from the corner of my eye using the rearview mirror. She is folded in the back seat, hood pulled over her head, face leaning against the window but not looking through the glass. No, she does not take her eyes off me. I am sure of this, even if I do not see her looking. It burns the back of my neck through the h
