Jamal drove towards Tom's mansion with one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting loosely on his thigh.
The city moved past him slowly; traffic lights, cars, people walking on the sidewalk, but his mind was on what Mila had said.
"Last night she kept looking at your pictures in the family album with lovey eyes."
A small smile touched his lips. His chest warmed at the thought of Dawn moving her fingers slowly across his face on the pictures.
Then Mila's other words echoed in his head. "She told me you're both her soft spots."
Jamal exhaled slowly.
They might not be talking, but that didn't mean they hated each other. And it definitely didn't mean they were breaking up.
"This isn't the end of the world." He comforted himself, shaking his head lightly. "This fight won't break us. I love her. She loves me. That's what matters most," he muttered quietly.
