Zane~
The drive to the hospital started quietly, save for Alexander's cheerful singing from the backseat. I glanced at him through the rearview mirror, his tiny face lighting up as he sang out an off-key performance of a song I couldn't recognize. For a moment, it was almost enough to drown out the tension sitting heavy in the car. Natalie sat rigid in the passenger seat, her hands clenched tightly in her lap, clearly trying to ignore me. I could feel her unease, and it gnawed at me more than I cared to admit.
Natalie was a puzzle I hadn't solved yet, and I hated loose ends.
Taking her to see Garrick was supposed to be my way of extending an olive branch—a truce to make her feel comfortable around me. But now, as we neared the hospital, it looked as if she'll never loosen up around me.
