For a second, the car felt too quiet. The kind of quiet that comes right before a storm or right after a heart breaks.
Theo didn't answer her. He just stared at her with his eyes dark and unreadable as they lingered on her reddened eyes and smudged lipstick.
Her throat tightened. "What? You can't answer, can you?"
The words came out sharper than she intended. Her fingers curled around the edge of her seat, her voice trying to sound strong, but her hands already felt clammy.
He didn't move and didn't blink either.
Daisy's confidence wavered.
"I—Who are you really?" she asked, this time quieter, but her question hung in the air like a loaded trigger.
No reaction.
Her heart thudded. She could hear it in her ears. He was too still. That was worse than yelling. Theo wasn't the type to explode. He'd go silent, simmer like a slow fire, and that… that scared her more.
