The drive from the hospital was heavy with silence.
The only sound inside the car was Genevieve's quiet sobs. She sat beside Stefan in the front passenger seat, her face turned toward the window. Her shoulders shook now and then, and she kept wiping at her cheeks with her handkerchief.
Every now and then, Stefan would reach out and squeeze her hand, a silent reassurance that she wasn't alone.
Abigail sat in the back seat beside Jamal. Her head rested on his shoulder, his fingers locked around her hand. Neither of them spoke. The road stretched ahead of them, dim under the fading light.
No one said a word the entire ride. When they finally pulled into the parking lot of Stefan's condo, Stefan turned off the engine. The quiet that followed was deafening.
Stefan got out first, went around to open the door for Genevieve before going to the trunk, and began pulling out his and Genevieve's luggage. Jamal stepped out too and walked around to open the door for Abigail.
