MIRA

(Few days later)

The ride up the hill feels longer than it should. Inside, the car smells of thick leather and cool breeze from the AC oozing out of the mini air vent just in front of me. Everything about the car is flawless.

Jerry sits beside me, with one hand steady on the steering wheel and the other tapping on his thigh. He keeps on staring at me one moment after another, and I know he wants to utter words to me, but my tightened jaw chases him away. The silence is loud, thick, and ...