Noah

Jessa didn’t say a word for the first five minutes of the drive.

Her hand was still in mine when we left the party, but somewhere between Bethany’s street and the main road, she gently pulled away and folded both hands into her lap. Not in a rejecting way — more like she was trying to hold herself together.

The dark outside blurred past the windows, streetlights flickering across her face in passing flashes.

That’s when I saw it.

The shine in her eyes.

The way her jaw kept ...