EMERY
The ride home is suffocating. Every second that passes amplifies the unease between us to the point where I feel like I'm sinking into my own seat. The silence, so loud and deafening, is a conduit for my thoughts. It intensifies them, sending them sailing through the air until they suffocate me. I can't help imagining what kind of questions he has in his head. How lost is he?
I glance at Arwan out of the corner of my eye, but his jaw is clenched, his eyes glued to the road. He decided to drive my car, and I didn't feel like stopping him. To be honest, I didn't feel up to driving after what happened this morning, in the bathroom, then on the bed, then on the sofa, then… in an awful lot of places—and many more times than initially planned.
