Grant

The car was quiet.

Too quiet.

Aria hadn’t said a word since we left. Not even a glance in my direction. She just sat there, staring out the window like the world outside held the answer to something she couldn’t name. Her arms were crossed tighter than before, her legs pulled in, her shoulders hunched slightly.

silence

Exactly how we came except this wasn't charged with anger, it's awkward.

Like something unspoken had crawled in between us and was daring either of us to ...