We drove away from Caleb's father's house to a deafning silence in the car.

The tension that hung heavy between us was not much eased by the engine's gentle purr. The dinner was all I could think about as I gazed out the window, seeing the dim streets of London pass by.

The engagement announcement. The pressure.

Caleb’s father had thrown us into the fire, and I wasn’t sure how much longer we could keep up this act.

I stole a glance at Caleb, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched.

Since we left, he hadn't spoken, and I could feel he was carrying a burden that...