Inside the car, silence settled thick and heavy between them. The city lights slipped past the windows, blurred streaks of white and gold, but Anna barely noticed them. Her gaze stayed fixed on Daniel, unreadable and intense enough to make him acutely aware of every movement he made.
He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, resisting the urge to glance at her again.
"Are you just going to keep staring at me," he finally asked, breaking the silence, "or are you going to tell me what you and Collin talked about?"
Anna did not answer immediately. She shifted slightly in her seat, folding her arms as if steadying herself. Daniel had expected anger when she dragged him out of the hospital earlier, or maybe hurt. But this was different. This was restraint. Thought.
And it unsettled him far more.
After a moment, she spoke. "I heard what you told your aunt."
Daniel's jaw tightened.
