The car turned sharply, throwing her against the seat, jarring her wound. She knitted her brows slightly, clearly sensing the car slow down, moving with a newfound caution.
She sat up, turning her head to look out the window.
Dim yellow streetlights streaked across the car window, illuminating her face in a wavering dance of shadow and light, serene but silently brooding. The overbearing aura radiating from the man lingered in the air, stubbornly refusing to dissipate from her senses.
Her hand tightened on the door handle. She could feel his occasional, fleeting gaze skimming over her. A heavy sadness settled in her heart—he didn't trust her. No matter what she did, whenever someone sowed discord between them, he would lose control.
The cold night was desolate, a mirror to the barrenness and helplessness she felt in her heart.
