FIA
I blinked against the dim interior of the car. My fingers found my throat again, searching for phantom pain that wasn't there. The tears kept sliding down my cheeks in steady tracks. I couldn't seem to stop them.
"What is wrong?" Cian asked.
I dragged my hand across my face. The wetness smeared but more tears replaced them immediately. My chest felt tight. Compressed.
"I had a dream." My voice came out rougher than I expected. Like I'd been screaming.
Cian stayed quiet. He just looked at me with that focused intensity he sometimes got. The kind that made me feel like I was the only thing in the world worth paying attention to. I didn't know if he wanted me to keep talking or if he thought I might fall back asleep. Either way, he waited.
