Unforgiving Silence

Donovan's POV.

The air in the car had been unbearable, and the silence had clawed at me every second of the drive back into town. Vivienne sat beside me, quiet, her eyes occasionally moving toward me like she wanted to say something. Every time she did, I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, forcing myself not to speak, not to turn and tell her it was okay, that I understood.

Because I didn’t.