The air inside the car was... strange.

Rebecca stared out the window, silent. Zachary drove quietly beside her.

The car moved slowly, like he was deliberately dragging time out.

Rebecca finally glanced at him, exasperated.

“If you keep driving like this, I’m going to be late.”

Zachary lifted his eyes, muttered a soft “Mm,” and pressed the gas just a little harder. Only a little.

Rebecca crossed her arms, ...