Weighted Hope

Elena sat stiffly in the passenger seat of Dom’s sleek black car, her hands clasped tightly in her lap.

The leather seat beneath her felt cold, and the silence between them was unsettling.

She stole a glance at Dom, who was focused on the road ahead, his profile calm and unreadable. Why was he being so nice to her? Smiling, even? It didn’t make sense. He was so different from the Dom she knew.