Eliana's POV
Derrick sighed, massaging the wrinkles in his forehead with the area between his thumb and index finger. The sound came out as a low pitch hiss of air, replacing the silence in the car. It took a few seconds after that before he looked at me, his eyes carrying so many emotions that I found it hard to distinguish one from the other.
One thing I was very sure of was that my request had taken a sudden toll on him.
“It's fine if you don't want to talk about it. I was–”
He cut me off. “Nah. You have a right to know. I just needed a few moments to collect my thoughts.
“Oh. Okay. You still don't have to talk about it now if you don't want to,” I said, betraying the eagerness with which I wanted to hear the explanation. “We can just do that some other day.”
He gave me a weary
