ALMA

The ride was quiet, tense even, and my head was glued in one position, staring outside the vehicle as the houses blurred by. It seemed like Carl had been an undeniable part of my life for too long. I thought when I got home, I would be able to get him out of my air, but here I was now, in his car.

I didn't know what I was supposed to say. I had been judgy and undeniably mean to him, especially about Linda. No, about everything, and I knew why I continuously did that. I just wanted to ...