Emotions

The occupants of Michael’s car were silent as the car moved steadily on the long and lonely night. Michael, who was driving, hummed steadily to himself as he drove, taking care not to meet Sophia’s eyes in the rearview mirror. He found his eyes straying to the mirror on occasion though, and most of these times, he found her staring at him with a sort of puzzled look on her face, as though she couldn’t quite figure him out. Michael didn’t blame her. He could hardly figure himself out too. Duncan sat in the passenger side with Michael, his brows furrowed, as he tried his best not to think about what his fiancée must be going through right this very minute, but it was impossible not to do so. If only Vanessa had listened to him, he would not be in this mess at all.

“Yeah, right.” A voice inside his head told him, but he tamped it down effectively and looked resolutely out the window. He had to do what he had to do, and that was that.

Toby was fast asleep with his mouth wide open, having