The Next Day

The car ride to the doctor’s office was silent.

And awkward.

Genesis pressed herself against the door, her cheek resting against the cool glass. She didn’t once look at Kieran. No matter how much she wanted to glance at him—or reach out, or even apologize for slapping him—she couldn’t bring herself to do it.

Kieran, on the other hand, stared straight ahead. His jaw was clenched, his grip on the steering wheel so tight it looked like he might snap it in two. But he didn’t. Somehow, he kept himself together.

The tension in the car was suffocating. Thick and unbearable.

Genesis silently begged for the ride...