OLIVIA
I am quietly sitting in the car, looking outside as the trees pass by. I cannot even turn my head to look at the man sitting next to me, but that is not because I am afraid of him. I am just going through a mourning process, but I’ll be fine soon. I believe in myself.
“What were you doing there?” Alexander voices out.
I turn and firmly look at him before I look back at the side of the road.
“It has nothing to do with you,” I answer, dismissing him.
The driver chokes and quickly apologises. He glances at me in the rear-view mirror, but as he catches me staring, he focuses on the road.
He is probably surprised by my response. When I look to my left, Alexander is also staring at me like he is unable to fathom my attitude today. He does not look angry but calm. Well, unfortunately
