Edward Pov
The air inside the car felt thin, suffocating.
It was as if a palpable tension hung between Nadine and me that it could be cut through with a knife.
While driving, her face remained pressed against the windowpane, always looking out into the passing scenery.
Her lack of eye contact only fueled my growing confusion and irritation.
Is she so disgusted with me that she won't even look at my face?
I couldn't help but wonder.
And yet, moments ago, she had thanked me for something.
But what was it all about?
Is she only going to talk to me when I do something nice?
These thoughts gnawed at me, twisting my insides into knots.
Determined to break this silence, an idea sparked within me.
I should take charge if Nadine won't initiate conversation or acknowledge my pre
