Chapter 191 Her Absence

• Damien Shaw
• The service ends, and I take Imogene's hand as we walk to the car. Her grip is weak, her fingers cold despite the late afternoon sun warming the pavement. The parking lot is quiet except for the faint hum of cars passing on the main road. I glance at her as I open the passenger door for her, but she keeps her face turned away.
• Once I've settled into the driver's seat, I start the car, and the radio hums to life. I immediately shut it off. Imogene stares out the window, her head resting against the glass, her lips pressed into a thin line. I want to say something but I know better. She hasn't spoken since we left the church, and I'm not about to be the one to break the silence.