Even William Guillen noticed her unusual behavior.
"What's wrong with the maniac?"
William's eyes glinted with ridicule. "Could it be you've been too hard on her?"
"No one would think you're mute if you don't speak."
Thomas Shannon shot William Guillen a disgusted glance. He turned his head to the silent Sophie Sullivan, raised his hand, and tilted her chin, turning her face toward him.
"What are you thinking about?"
Her dazed eyes met his, which were as deep and cold as a winter pond. Sophie lowered her eyelids slightly. "Nothing."
"Don't be moody."
Her current behavior was like that of a child who didn't get candy, playing the so-called silent treatment.
In Thomas Shannon's opinion, it was extremely childish.
Sophie lazily closed her eyes, unwilling to speak to him.
She was just feeling down, yet he somehow connected it to her being moody.
The drive to the great plains would take two to three hours.
