She was very quiet in the car. She'd been facing the window since we left her house. There was no conversation. No music. No radio. Just the hum of the air conditioner and the car's engine.

All I knew was that she couldn't stand being in a car for long without talking. But four years had passed, and she'd changed. She wasn't as talkative as she used to be. I'd hurt her and transformed her into a completely different person. I never imagined my one-sided decision would end up being such a ...