Silence poured on them again.
"I didn't think she deserved an answer," he said, his tone a little harder now. "And you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that."
Celeste studied him. "But that wasn't the reason you didn't answer. Was it?" She repeated herself.
He didn't respond. His eyes flicked to her, briefly, before returning to the road. His eyes spoke to her like he knew she was right. Like something unspoken still lingered between himself and Theresa, tense and waiting.
When they got home, Dominic turned off the engine but he didn't move.
Celeste reached for the handle.
Dominic spoke. "She was the first person I ever wanted a future with."
Celeste didn't flinch. She knew that part of the story. He already told her that. The question was: Now that she's back, would he jump into that if Theresa asks?
He wasn't looking at her. His eyes were on the windshield. But she could feel how deeply the memory pulled him back.
