LAURA
The ride was exhausting as neither of us spoke throughout. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows, but all I could feel was the tension radiating from him. His hands gripped the wheel too tightly. His knuckles were pale and the muscles in his jaw were tightened.
I swallowed hard, my voice sounding very small when I finally broke the silence. “Are you… are you okay?”
For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer. But then he glanced at me, and his lips curved into the faintest and warmest smile. It was reassuring and although he still looked shaken, his smile made him more calmer, easing the tension between us.
Without a word, he turned his focus back to the road, and we drove on in silence.
We arrived at the hospital and saw the doctor soon after. The cut on my head was
