We’re all absolutely silent in the limousine on the way home. Kent sits in the back corner of the car by the door, resting his forehead in his hand and staring down at his knees. While he’s still and silent, I can feel the tension radiating off of him – a mix of anger, and anxiety, and something else…maybe resentment?
I don’t know. I’m too pissed off and exhausted myself to figure it out. But I watch him closely regardless, looking for some kind of signal regarding his next move.
Natalia, seated next to Kent, her thigh just accidentally, casually pressed against his in the close quarters of the car, is likewise motionless, simply sitting with her tired eyes closed. Alessi, next to Natalia, and Daniel, on the long bench next to me, both stare out the windows, giving no hint about what the
