DUNCAN
Bitsko had managed to persuade her to get in the car, and I had to ride in the front because I 'revolted her'.
The entire drive, she had cried and stared out of the window, refusing to listen to me. Although what did I have to say anyway? She had seen everything.
The hellish journey ended, and I endured both Bitsko's silent glances and the sight and sound of June's suffering along with her evident disdain for me, which turned out to be gut-wrenching while I sat there in the passenger seat.
The conversation won’t end here. I felt the need to try to explain... though I didn't have to. But I wanted to.
She rushed into the house, and I aimed to follow, but Bitsko grabbed my arm, and with exasperation, I turned to him. I found his gaze speaking volumes.
"What was that?" he asked.
