The drive back to the station was heavy. Sheila was sitting in the passenger seat, her arms folded right over her chest as she reminisced about what the hell she had witnessed at the station. Her gaze was turned away from him, so she was almost oblivious of the fact that she was on her way back to the mansion; she hadn't said a word since they got in the car and started coming back.
Arthur drove with both hands gripping the wheel, still worried because this was all because of him. She'd been unlawfully arrested by those shithead cops because he had Jacob beaten. If anything, he was happy that she was taking the whole thing better than he expected, but he still felt the guilt weighing down on him.
When they finally rolled into the long driveway of the mansion, her thoughts finally cease
