During the ride home, John was quiet as he mulled over Kimberli's confession. After the fallout from their last argument, he had thought they were past her hiding things from him, but he was wrong. The nagging urge to punish her was ever-present, but he couldn't forget she had come clean; that had to count for something, right? Though the trust-building between them was improving, it was too much at a snail's pace for John's liking. Nevertheless, it was still progression.
"Are you alright?" Kimberli questioned.
John glanced over at her, her voice quivered. She was skittish, but why, he hadn't said anything. It wasn't until his hands began to cramp from strangling the leather-bound steering wheel that he understood her distress.
"I'm good," John replied.
He said the words hoping to con
