Amara's POV :
The drive back felt endless.
Roman's hands gripped the steering wheel so tight his knuckles had gone white and he kept his eyes . Rain started hitting the windshield halfway through and the wipers beat back and forth in a rhythm that matched my heartbeat.
I held the metal box in my lap and watched the trees blur past outside and felt the cold seeping through my still-damp clothes from earlier.
Your father wasn't a good man.
Edward Vale killed people.
The words kept playing over and over in my head like a broken record I couldn't turn off.
An hour passed in complete silence. The only sounds were the rain and the engine and my own breathing that seemed too loud in the quiet. I could feel the tension rolling off Roman in waves and I didn't know what to say to make it better.
