Aria

I kept stealing glances at Grant the entire drive home.

Not obvious ones. Just enough to study him, to watch how his jaw shifted every time the silence stretched too long, how his fingers tapped the wheel like they had a rhythm of their own.

I couldn’t tell if he was pretending not to know who Jaicy was or if he was genuinely that disconnected. The kind of man who moved through life without ever registering the wreckage he left behind.

My sister’s name, how could he forget it? Not ...