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The SUV glided along the highway, its tires crunching over miles of frost-covered asphalt as the scenery outside transformed from manicured neighborhoods to gently rolling hills dusted with a light layer of snow. I sat in the passenger seat, knees curled up under me, staring at the swiftly passing evergreens, as if they held the secrets to every poor choice I'd made in the last day.
The heater blasted warm air that carried a faint scent of Adrien's coffee, and some low-key indie music played softly from the speakers, but ever since we left the mansion, we'd barely exchanged more than ten words.
Thirty minutes of silence felt like it stretched into three hours. I kept thinking about how to break the ice—maybe something casual, or funny, anything that wouldn't reveal how my mind was racing between Ethan's heartbroken face and the guy sitting just two feet away...my stepbrother, who was also the reason my heart was all over the place.
