THALIA'S POV
"You haven't spoken a word since we left the hotel. Is something the matter?" Tristan asked from his seat beside me in the back.
We're currently on our way home. We're finally heading back to White Claw after so much time spent away for apparently no good reason since I just found myself in the same place as I was before it all happened.
Well, not really. There's been a couple of good changes so far, an improvement between me and Tristan. Frankly speaking, if things were this easy with him, I probably wouldn't have left. I would have at least held on to the hope that things would get better sometime.
He thinks there's something wrong with me, but he couldn't be farther from the truth.
The truth is I'm so quiet because I can't stop thinking about last night. I mean, nothin
