The low hum of the car engine faded into silence as the vehicle glided gently through the rain-soaked streets.
Raindrops streaked down the window glass like soft trails of tears.
Brandon sat quietly in the backseat, resting his cheek against his knuckles, watching the scenery pass by in silence.
His eyes followed a single raindrop as it traced a crooked path down the windowpane before vanishing into the trim.
Florence was already dropped off at her hotel earlier.
Now, it was just him and Charlotte, alone again, as the soft lull of rain accompanied them home.
From the front seat, Charlotte glanced into the rearview mirror "Is it cold?"
Brandon lifted his gaze from the window, catching her eyes through the mirror and showed a smile "No, it's alright."
Charlotte gave a soft hum and said nothing more.
When they finally reached home, the rain was still falling.
The garage door opened with a mechanical groan, welcoming them.
