The driveway home was shrouded in an uncomfortable silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the engine and the occasional passing car. William's usual charm and warmth were replaced by a brooding quietness, his responses to Dahlia's attempts at conversation limited to monosyllabic grunts.
Dahlia's mind raced with possibilities, trying to decipher the reason behind William's sudden change in demeanor. Had she done something wrong? Was he upset about Anton's behavior? The questions swirled in her head like a vortex, but before she could find any answers, her eyelids grew heavy, and she succumbed to the exhaustion of the day.
As the car came to a stop in the garage, William's gaze fell upon Dahlia's sleeping form, her chest rising and falling with each gentle breath. His expression softened, a small, tender smile creeping onto his face. He unbuckled his seatbelt, his movements quiet, as if not to disturb the peaceful scene before him.
