The car ride back from the restaurant was quiet. The only sounds were the faint hum of the engine and the occasional whoosh of passing cars. The driver sat rigid in front, both hands gripping the steering wheel and his eyes fixed on the dark road. Meanwhile, I sat pressed against Mr. Scott. 

The wine... oh God, the wine. 

I’d only had two glasses, but it was my first time drinking, and it was like the red liquid was crawling through every vein in my body. My head spun, my cheeks flushed, ...