Nathanael's pov:
Silence has filled the car ever since we left the orphanage. From time to time, I catch Avery's gaze in the rearview mirror as it travels between my person and Rosemary. She's been keeping herself busy by lightly scratching the soft part of the door handle, without pressing hard enough to cause any damage to the fabric.
"Where do I drop you off?" I break the quietness.
"Hm?" her eyes drift towards me, "Oh! I'm going home," she says simply, looking back at her fingers.
No need to be a genius to know the gears in her head are spinning. Our visit at the orphanage hasn't been dull, with the adoption situation. Not to mention whatever was out there in the preserve, watching and waiting…
That has me preoccupied as well, but it seems to burden her even more.
Nothing was said after that. She'd kept on picking at the fabric in the car until I parked by her apartment building.
