FEW HOURS AGO

Angela and Damon were seated at the backseat of a Bentley Mulsanne.

The car hummed along the highway, the steady whir of the engine filling the silence between them, the only sound the rumble of the engine and the hum of the tires on the road. 

Damon stole a glance at Angela, who was staring out the window,deep in thoughts watching the moving scenery.

 He wished he could think of something to say, some way to make her smile. But the words wouldn't come,his brain failed him.

Finally, he cleared his throat and spoke.

“How are you feeling?" he asked,softly.

Angela turned to look at him, her...