The car moved at its usual steady pace, but to Anna, it felt like an endless drive.
The silence between them was deafening — stretched thin and uneasy.
She could feel Daniel's gaze on her from time to time, and every time she turned even slightly, she caught his reflection in the window — calm, unreadable… and just a little too observant.
Her fingers tightened around her bag as she fought the urge to break the silence.
'It wasn't me who left him sleeping alone,' she thought defensively, recalling how she'd woken up that morning to find his side of the bed empty — again.
Not that she cared.
Not that she should care.
Still, something about it gnawed at her.
Meanwhile, Daniel sat comfortably behind the wheel, his expression composed, but his mind anything but.
He was trying — really trying — to read Anna's silence without crossing the line.
