Alan
I stole glances at her as I drove the car. Not once. Not twice. More times than I could count.
Each time, I told myself it would be the last, that I would focus on the road, on the steady movement of the car, on anything but her but my resolve never lasted.
My eyes kept drifting back to Cyril like they had a will of their own.
She sat quietly beside me, her posture straight, her hands folded neatly on her lap.
Her gaze was fixed ahead, distant, like she wasn’t really here with me but somewhere far away...somewhere I couldn’t reach.
And that thought alone tightened something deep inside my chest.
This silence… it wasn’t the same as before.
It wasn’t tense in the way it used to be, filled with unsaid provocations or restrained emotions.
No, this one was heavier.
It felt lik
