Lena turned to stare at him, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

Theon kept silent. The muscle in his jaw kept ticking. She could see him trying to control his emotions, his hands still gripping the steering wheel like he was holding himself back from doing something reckless. So she let him be.

"Erhm… you can just drop me at my old house. I don't want to go back to—"

"Are you avoiding your father?"

Theon cut her off. His voice was flat, but she could hear the edge underneath. Lena didn't answer.

"Does your father know about this whole thing?" he pressed.

She looked down at her hands....