CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE: COASTLINE

NOVA POV

The ride home was silent, a heavy kind of silence.

Grant’s knuckles were white around the steering wheel, his profile caught in flashes of streetlight. The air in the car was thick with everything we hadn’t said.

I sat there, exhausted, watching his reflection flicker across the glass. The silence between us was heavy, like grief.

“You’ve not said a single word,” he said finally, his voice deep but quieter than usual, almost uncertain.

I ...