We walk to the car, feet apart, and I completely ignore him. Simmering inside and cursing myself for being stupid enough to ever go anywhere with him. I should never forget that he does shit like this to get at me all the time, and because he’s being friendly or appears like he’s not the shithead he used to be, it doesn’t mean a damn thing. I get into his car and don’t wait for him to open my door, buckling up quickly.

The car journey is much like the meal—Silent and ...