Nia’s Pov
As she walked toward her front door, the silence returned, heavier now, wrapping itself around the car. Rowan didn’t start driving immediately. For a few seconds, he just sat there, staring straight ahead, his hand still on the steering wheel.
I didn’t say a word. I couldn’t.
I didn’t even want to look at him. Not when I could still see the ghost of her hand on his shoulder in my mind. Not when I could still smell her perfume floating in the air between us.
Rowan started the car again, the soft rumble of the engine breaking the silence that had settled after Clara left. The glow from the streetlights flickered through the windshield, casting faint lines of gold across his face. For a while, he didn’t say anything. He just drove, calm as ever, one hand on the wheel, the other
