Debbie
The drive back was a blur of gray road and dark trees. It was supposed to be a seven-hour trip, but Rex drove like a man possessed, cutting it down to six. I sat in the passenger seat, at the back, staring out the window.
My mind was spiraling, replaying Black’s lies over and over. I didn't speak, and I also didn't cry. Maybe because it was useless for now.
We drove for miles. I just sat there, feeling the cold rage settle into my bones. Rex didn't try to force me to talk either. He just drove, his hands steady on the wheel, letting the soft music do the talking.
As we got to our city, I didn't ask where he was taking me because I knew where he wanted to take me.
Finally, we pulled in front of the massive house.
"Debbie," Rex called as we stepped inside. His voice was low.
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