It had been three months since Ed's death. I sat conveniently in the back seat, leaning against the head rest. Sebastian threw a look at me for a second, shook his head with a smirk and resumed his focus out the window. "What?" I asked with a playful pout, nudging his shoulders with my hand. He had been taking that same action on repeat and I found it annoying, unable to get answers to what he wanted.
"It is nothing." He teased, ignoring me. He refused to maintain eye contact with me and I was determined not to give up. I tapped on his lap repeatedly, ensuring that I caused enough trouble to get him to spit things out.
"Stop it." I disagreed, failing to turn him to look at me. "Fine." I gave up, folding my arms and looking out the opposite window. The driver behind the wheels paid no att
