Vivienne's POV

After Briony and Jareth leave the shop, I slide out of the driver’s seat and reposition myself in the back. The ride back home stretches on endlessly, the air in the car thick with tension. Jareth clutches the steering wheel so hard his knuckles appear bloodless, while Briony stares blankly out the window, fresh tears carving glistening tracks down her already blotchy face. The oppressive silence would be unbearable for most, but I welcome it. I need this ...