The car was silent, the weight of unspoken words pressing between them
[She Fidgets with her fingers, stealing a glance at him. He looks straight ahead, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. His expression is unreadable.]
She swallows. The silence is suffocating. She should say something—anything—but what? Thank him? No, that would be ridiculous. Yell at him? Probably not the best idea when he looks like he’s one wrong word away from losing his patience
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