I couldn't stop the warm tears from flowing down my cheeks throughout the ride, the driver has noticed how my mood was so he played some songs in the car.

I really appreciate the fact that he was trying to make me feel better but the songs were only reminding me of all what Zach had done to me but I didn't want to be rude to tell him to turn it off.

"Boys problem?" His surprisingly thick voice growled from the driver's seat. I lifted my eyes to see him staring at me through the rear mirror.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to start a conversation with the...