Olivia Westview
Anthony drove us back to Glendive. The car was filled with a silence that bordered on uncomfortable. I could feel the tension hanging between us, but neither of us seemed willing to break it. I stared out the window, watching the blurred lights of the road pass by.
Anthony didn’t say much. His fingers tapped lightly on the steering wheel. I could sense that he wanted to say something, but he kept his thoughts to himself for the most part. It wasn’t until we were nearing Glendive that he finally spoke.
“Livvy, are you okay?”
I turned to look at him, offering a small smile that felt forced even to me. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, though I wasn’t sure if I believed it myself.
He glanced at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. “You sure? You’ve been quiet since
