Everything felt warm for a moment, familiar.
My eyes fluttered open after Aubrey hit a pothole. The jolt jerked me fully awake. Even from Lila's lap, I could see Aubrey's fists tighten on the wheel, her jaw set as she tried to stay calm.
"You're thinking too much about it—he was just tired." Isabella reassured Aubrey from beside her.
Aubrey scoffed, muttering something about tossing the psycho slut out before we even reached Missouri.
I sat up quickly, realizing who she was talking about. I rubbed my head once and glanced at Lila. A smile lingered on her face, impossible to read.
Oh, shit.
"I hope you two were comfortable," Aubrey spat from the front.
I looked at her from the backseat.
"Your cuddle buddy's gonna go pretty soon."
I exhaled slowly. I didn't know what to say. Aubrey was supposed to be my girlfriend, and here I was, resting on my ex's lap. Guilt churned in my stomach.
But it had no time to linger.
