Christina drove, her grip firm on the wheel. In the front seat, Sophia sat close to Marcus, her fingers curled around his sleeve. Marcus hadn't let her out of his sight since they'd left, his gaze flicking to her every so often.
In the back, Liam sat beside Isabella. The space between them felt wider than it was. Isabella stared out the window, unreadable, while Liam kept his eyes ahead.
The ride was quiet—not heavy, just full of things that didn't need saying.
Liam leaned against the window, watching the city slip past. He was tired, but that had nothing to do with the long day. His mind was already ahead, thinking past this moment, past the brief quiet they'd been given.
Isabella sat beside him, unreadable. But he could feel the shift in her. The way her fingers tapped once against her knee, the way her gaze wasn't just looking, but calculating.
She was already moving forward.
