The sleek Bentley moved through the night like it belonged there. The engine was quiet, steady.
Austin kept both hands on the wheel. Her grip was tight. Her face gave nothing away, lips pressed into a thin, hard line.
She hadn't said a single word since they got in.
The silence hung heavy, sharp enough to cut.
Finally, Milo couldn't take it anymore. He shifted in his seat, voice tight and nervous.
"Mom, we just wanted to see the Blair house."
Elena leaned forward between the seats, her voice soft and sweet.
"Mommy, don't be mad at brothers. It was my idea. If you're gonna be mad, be mad at me."
Austin's jaw tightened. There was the smallest hint of warmth in her eyes. It came and went fast, but it was real.
She opened her mouth, probably about to say something
