Damon:
She didn’t say anything at first.
Not since we left the office. Not since the two of us were inside the car.
We sat in the car with the silence between us stretched thin, tight like a wire pulled to its breaking point. I didn’t push her. I didn’t reach for her. I let her sit in it, breathe through it, because I knew if I touched her too soon, she’d crack in a way that wouldn’t be fair to her.
But god, it hurt to watch her like this. Stiff posture. Eyes out the window. Her knuckles white from how hard she gripped her purse.
I wanted to take her out, but I also did not know how good or bad of an idea that was going to be.
“I didn’t expect to see him,” she finally whispered. “If I knew, maybe I would have had a different reaction. Maybe I would have been ready to deal with him. I
