As they drove home, the silence filled the air between Trisha and Dylan. The tension was obvious. She could feel his eyes on her as he drove, but she ignored him.
They'd had a good time for the most part, but something had shifted.
"So," Trisha began, glancing over at her brother, "how long are you planning to stay here?"
Dylan shrugged, leaning back in his seat. "Not sure yet. A week, maybe two. Just needed a break from everything, you know?"
Trisha smiled, happy to have him around, especially with the strange things happened lately. "You can stay as long as you want. I've got plenty of space at the cottage."
"Thanks, Trish," Dylan replied, his tone lighter. "I was hoping to stay close by, relax, and just... clear my head. Maybe even help you out with whatever you're working on."
