I sat in the back of the car with dad, my eyes fixed on the window. I could barely see what was beyond the glass, tears blurring my vision. Dad had been silent ever since, and I knew he had nothing nice to say. I knew I had messed things up.
Suddenly, he let out a sigh.
"If something happens to Fabian, Gerald will never forgive us."
His voice was hardly audible above the sound of the cars and the splattering rain. I swallowed, then looked down to my lap. Fabian's jacket was there, his scent occasionally whiffing up to me, torturing me.
I swallowed, my eyes fixing on the running rain drops on the glass.
"Stop," I said, my chest heaving.
Dad sighed, "Aurora, please. Let's just..."
"I said, stop!" I turned to the driver, my tears fighting every wall. "Fabian asked you to take orders
