Kendra’s POV
Scott did not speak a single word to me for the entire ride back. Not when I tried to catch his eye. Not when I reached to rest my hand lightly on my knee, half-hoping he might notice and say something. His silence was a brick wall, high and thick and absolute.
When we finally pulled into the garage, he shoved his door open, slammed it shut behind him, and stormed into the house without so much as glancing in my direction.
I sat there for a few seconds longer, unmoving, my hand still curled on my lap where I had left it. I let out a breath I had not realized I was holding, then opened my own door and stepped out, dragging my feet a little as I walked up to the side entrance of the house.
The moment I stepped into the hallway, I saw Caleb coming down the stairs. His eyes me
