Ryan’s POV
Ryan didn’t drive home. He could still taste the bitterness of Kimberly’s words lingering on his tongue, and he wasn’t ready to take that tension back into their house. Eve deserved peace tonight, not another silence filled with ghosts.
The city lights bled into one another as he drove, the night air thick and cool. Eve sat quietly beside him, her fingers laced in her lap, the soft hum of the car wrapping around them like a fragile truce. She hadn’t spoken since they’d left the accident scene, and he hadn’t pushed her to. Every few seconds, he glanced her way, catching the faint reflection of passing lights in her eyes.
“Are we going home?” she asked finally, her voice quiet, careful.
“No,” he said simply.
She turned to him, brows furrowing. “Then where?”
He didn’t answ
