Freya’s Pov
The drive home from the asylum felt longer than usual.
I couldn’t stop all these questions in my head.
Not only that, but since Andrew insisted on driving me home, that just made me even more uncomfortable.
The silence in the car was too heavy, and Andrew’s presence beside me only made it worse.
He didn’t speak, not once, but I could feel his eyes looking at me now and then, like he was daring me to break the silence first.
But I didn’t, yes, I am uncomfortable with the silence, but I don’t trust myself enough to speak.
What if I open my big dumb mouth and say things I shouldn’t say?
I kept my eyes locked on the road, the serpent in me refusing to back down from a fight.
But inside, I was fighting a battle that I was obliviously losing.
By the time we pulled up t
