EMMY

Unlike on the outward journey, we sit next to each other in silence and hardly say a word.

After we've been driving for about thirty minutes, Asher asks me cautiously, "Are you okay?"

At first I don't answer, but then it bursts out. "I know I'm not like Gianna."

"Hmm, yeah. But it's not necessarily a bad thing not to be as annoying... uh, like Gianna," he replies, sounding a little irritated.

I just look out the window and don't know what to make of his answer.

I'm surprised to see us suddenly pull off the highway and stop in a parking bay. Asher has turned toward me, concern...