Hannah's POV

　　The car ride home was quiet. Too quiet.

　　Christian sat beside me, arms folded across his chest, staring out the window like a schoolboy who'd just been reprimanded. His silence wasn't sulky, it was wary as if he sensed I hadn't yet decided whether to scold him, cry, or wrap him in my arms and never let go.

　　I gripped the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My foot pressed the gas pedal a little harder than necessary, ...