Nolan:
The gates opened without a sound, but the silence that followed was heavier than chains.
The car ride was quiet anyway. She refused to speak because she knew that I did not want to hear her voice at all. At least she understood that part. She stood her back straight, looking out the window as if trained to do what she was. Theoretically speaking, I believed that she was.
I felt her shift beside me in the back seat, just slightly, like someone bracing for impact. Just like she was waiting for us to come. A fear of outcome and anger, a rage, everything that just spiraled about.
The estate came into view. Moonstone Manor, they called it. Always polished. Always perfect. It was the way that I wanted it to be, strong, calculated and formed away from the disorder that was outside the
