Chapter 117 In His Arms

• I reached for the dial in the car and turned on the radio. Static buzzed through first, crackling like the tension in the air. Then a news reporter’s voice filled the car, talking about some political scandal or market drop, I didn’t care. I rolled the button, skipping past voices, until finally, a song began to play.
• Soft piano at first. Then strings. The kind of song that fills the silence too well, like it knows you’re breaking and wants to be gentle about it.
• Kyle glanced at me, confused, his brows slightly pulled together like he couldn’t understand why I was doing something so ordinary. But I didn’t say anything. Just leaned back, letting the music float around us like a blanket.