(Seraphina)
The cab driver didn't talk much, which suited me fine.
Dorian sat beside me with his hands on his knees and his eyes on the road and neither of us said anything about what we were doing or why we'd decided to do it at this hour. We both knew. We just weren't ready to say it out loud yet because saying it out loud would mean admitting that something had gone wrong enough to make us both stop pretending everything was fine.
I watched the storefronts pass outside the window.
Crosswell looked quieter than I expected for the time of day. A few people on the sidewalk. A diner with lights on. A hardware store with its door propped open. Nothing that told me anything useful.
"Here," Dorian said to the driver.
The cab stopped near the main street.
We got out and I stood on the si
