Sylvie
There was a cold silence between us the moment we got home. Although I was terrified of what would come after tonight, I was more relieved that we had made it home alive. Michael had been driving like a maniac, and we had gotten pulled over twice, and awarded a speeding ticket. But even after that, he continued to drive like he pleased.
"Michael, can we talk—"
"I'm tired Sylvie, can we save it for tomorrow?" He cut me off before I could finish. His tone was surprisingly soft, but knew things weren't as okay as he was making them seem. Everybody would probably be talking about what had happened today by morning, and going to bed wouldn't help matters at this moment.
