Chapter 59 — Make Silence Feel Alive.

The car ride to the airport was quiet. She looked out the window most of the time, lost in thought. Every now and then, she’d smile at something outside, the city, the sky, her own reflection, and I’d catch myself watching, wondering how a single person could make silence feel so alive.

Everytime the car swerved, the scent of her shampoo would drift through my nostrils, something faintly floral, and everytime, my chest tightened. I was forced to ...