The drive back to the hotel is quiet.
Damon stares out the window, his profile carved from stone. I hadn’t expected him to be this mute after I dropped the news. He’s always had one or two opinions regarding everything, so his silence bothers me. More than it should.
I steal glances at him when I think he’s not looking. His expression never changes. Blank. Closed off. Like I’m not even here. And isn’t that the point? Didn’t I tell him I’d get out of his life? He’s just making it easy for me, isn’t he?
Maybe he’s finally regretting bringing me here.
Maybe he’s thinking about how much simpler his life will be once I’m gone.
When we finally pull up to the hotel, Damon doesn’t wait for me. He’s out of the car before the driver fully brakes, the door slamming shut behind him with enough fo
