(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The car is very quiet as the convoy moves through the streets of Sicily.
It's only me and Rafa inside this car.
I'm sitting beside him in the backseat with my hands folded loosely in my lap, but my eyes keep drifting toward him.
He hasn't said a word to me since we left the hospital.
At first I thought maybe he was just tired.
It's been a long night after all.
But the more I watch him, the more I realize it's something else.
There's a distance in his eyes.
Like he's here… but at the same he's somewhere else entirely.
"Hey," I say softly.
He turns his head and looks at me.
"You've been awfully quiet," I tell him. "What's on your mind?"
He shrugs slightly. "Nothing."
I tilt my head, studying him. "It's not nothing."
He doesn't respond.
"It's because your father didn't let you go with him, isn't it?"
That gets something out of him.
A sigh.
His gaze drops for a second before he lets out a quiet, almost bitter chuckle.
