I was silent the whole ride.

Ryder kept glancing at me from the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel like he could somehow steer us away from the mess our lives had become. The radio played softly in the background—some pop song about love conquering all.

Bullshit.

I reached over and turned it off.

The silence was better. The silence matched the hollow feeling in my chest where my heart used to be.

My life was a mess.

A funny mess.

Nothing makes sense. Nothing felt right. I ...