The ride home was suffocating.
Not because anyone was speaking.
But because no one was.
Nathan drove like nothing had happened. Calm. Focused. Almost bored. But that slight curve at the corner of his mouth hadn’t left since they got into the car.
Adria felt it.
In the way he changed gears.
In the way his fingers tapped once on the steering wheel.
In the way he didn’t ask.
That was worse.
If he had asked, she could have snapped at him. Rolled her eyes. Said something sharp.
But he didn’t.
And that silence felt like he knew.
Tiffany, for once, was quiet too.
When they pulled into the driveway, Adria’s stomach twisted.
The lights were on.
Nathan slowed the car. “We have company?”
Tiffany leaned forward slightly. “Oh.”
Adria didn’t need to guess.
Claire.
And Lily.
Of course
