The car was silent as Damon drove, his grip firm on the steering wheel as he cast concerned glances at Jessica from time to time.
Jessica sat beside him, her body rigid, her breath uneven as she pulled herself together. She hadn't said a word since she collapsed into the passenger seat, her mind a storm of emotions she couldn't untangle.
Her fingers curled into fists on her lap, nails pressing into her palms. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell and cry. She wanted to disappear to a place where she would be alone. Or maybe somewhere she could see Pete and ask him all the questions that were racing through her mind.
Like what she did to deserve such deception and wickedness.
Instead, she whispered, "Stop the car."
Damon frowned, his gaze flickering toward her before returning to the road. "What?"
"Stop the car, Damon," she snapped, her voice raw, trembling with barely contained emotion.
He exhaled sharply. "Jessica, you need to get home—"
