Alice

I still hadn’t fully recovered from what happened at the café when Lance grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

His pace was fast—almost rushed—as if he wanted to get me as far away from that place as possible. I could feel how tight his grip was around my hand as we walked along the sidewalk toward his car.

He wasn’t speaking, and he didn’t need to.

From the side of his face, I could clearly see the anger there.

It wasn’t the loud, chaotic kind of anger.

It was quiet and heavy. The kind that simmered beneath the surface, like something boiling just under the skin....