The car was too quiet.

Isabel sat with her hands folded in her lap, fingers twisting over one another. She wasn't sure how long they'd been driving, but her nerves made every second feel slower than it should.

Isaac sat next to her, legs crossed, one hand resting lazily on the armrest. His expression was unreadable, eyes forward, calm like always.

But he kept glancing at her.

He didn't say anything. Just shifted in his seat now and then, his eyes catching the way her knee bounced ...