(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The drive back from the hospital is very quiet.
Angelo has both hands on the steering wheel. His eyes are on the road. And he hasn't said a word to me since we left the hospital.
I noticed it in the elevator — the way he pressed the button for the ground floor and then just stared at the doors while they closed. Not at me.
I also noticed it in the hospital lobby, the way he walked slightly ahead and held the door without looking back. And I noticed it in the parking lot, the way he got into the car and started the engine before I'd fully closed my door.
Something happened in that room while I was gone.
I watch the city move past my window for a while. The streetlights bleeding orange across the hood of the car. The late hour emptying the roads of most of their traffic.
Everything outside moves at a normal pace while everything inside this car feels suspended.
I try to let the silence be, but this thing keeps pulling at me until I finally give in.
