Charis
He pulled out of the driveway smoothly and drove in silence for a few minutes. The tension in the car was suffocating.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I turned to face him. "Why are you doing this?"
"Because you need a ride to court."
"I could have taken a cab."
"You could have," he agreed. "But you shouldn't have to."
"Why do you care?" The question came out harsher than I intended. "You made it pretty clear last night that you think I'm immature and weak and make nothing but bad decisions."
His jaw clenched. His hands tightened on the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white.
"I shouldn't have said those things," he said quietly.
"But you did."
"I know." He was quiet for a moment. "I'm sorry."
The apology hung in the air between us.
I turned to look out the window, watching the buildings pass by. "You really hurt me, Kael."
"I know," he said again. "That's why I'm here. To try to make it right."
"You can't just fix everything by giving me a ride."
