Like a cold hand.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the words buried beneath layers of exhaustion and doubt. “No,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “It’s not just about the car.”
He nodded slowly, as if he’d expected as much. “I see.”
The car moved smoothly through the streets, the world outside a blur of white and gray. Inside, the atmosphere was tense, charged with unspoken questions and the potential for change.
“I’ve made mistakes,” I continued, my voice gaining strength as the words spilled out. “I thought moving back home would help. That my parents would support me while Ryan was gone. But it’s… it’s not what I thought it would be.”
