The drive back home is an awkward silence. I try to strike up a conversation with him, but I notice that the words refuse to form on my lips. 

I turn my face to look at him and realize that his eyes are fixed on the road, his hands tight on the steering wheel, his face in a stoic mood like he's thinking hard. 

I brush off whatever thoughts are on my mind as I rest my back and relax, but I don't know for how long. 

Suddenly, I feel a movement around me, and I open my eyes to notice Logan trying to carry me inside. I wiggle out...