The Weight of Silence

PIPER’S POV

The drive back was quiet. Too quiet.

Griffin kept both hands on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the road, but I could feel it, the tension, the hesitation, the way he kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something but wasn’t sure how.

I didn’t help. I just stared out the window, watching the city lights blur past, my fingers clenched tightly in my lap.

My mind wasn’t even in the car.