The road back home was silent. Cece had cried for a while. Oliver looked deeply concerned, but he chose not to say anything. At the moment, Cece needed to be quiet. He respected Cece's choice of silence.
Cece was lost in different possibilities, which had brought her to this point. None of them gave her plausible answers. She kept on bringing up possibilities in her mind, and justified them herself, as it was her responsibility to defend Oliver.
She wanted to defend Oliver, but she could not forgive him for bringing her to the god forsaken museum. She wanted to fight, but she knew she'd lose her composure again if she started this fight. Before she could establish her point she would start losing her words, or worse, break into sobs. She felt pathetic earlier, melting down on the floor of the museum, in the presence of a third soul.
