Zoe's POV
The city lights blurred past us like streaks of gold and white, but I barely noticed them.
I was too busy watching Seth.
Or more specifically—the way his jaw tightened every few seconds.
The way his fingers tapped the steering wheel just a little too fast. He hissed under his breath a couple of times, like something was irritating him.
"What's wrong?" I finally asked, turning slightly toward him.
He exhaled sharply. "I called Brandon again. He didn't pick. Just busied my call."
My chest tightened, but I kept my voice steady. "Maybe he's just… busy I guess."
"Yeah," Seth nodded, though he didn't sound convinced.
"Maybe he's not in a good place to talk."
"Yeah… maybe."
The word felt thin in my mouth. Like it didn't quite carry the weight I needed it to.
We fell back into silence again, the kind that stretches too long and starts to feel like something is hiding underneath it.
