Amy and Lucas sat in the comfortable silence of Lucas's car as they drove toward the Garwood mansion. The roads were familiar to Amy, but today, they seemed to stretch out longer, each turn and curve pulling her thoughts back to Miley. She stared out the window, the landscape blurring past her, lost in memories of her best friend.
Lucas noticed the silence, the way Amy's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her dress, the distant look on her face.
It wasn't like her to be so quiet, and he understood why. Gently, he reached over, his hand covering hers. "Hey," he said softly, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze.
Amy turned her head to him, forcing a small smile. "Hey," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.
Lucas kept his eyes on the road but squeezed her hand again. "It's okay. I know you miss her."
