John then turned, expecting Ara to follow him out of the house towards his waiting men and their SUV. Because she was feeling a whirlwind of emotions - anger, frustration, and even self-reproach - Ara did as expected, knowing that she was on the verge of a breakdown.
Throughout the car ride, Ara managed to maintain her composure. The oppressive silence that filled the car was nearly suffocating as they both replayed the day's events in their minds, their irritation mounting with each passing moment. The tension was palpable, thick enough to slice through with a knife.
As the car came to a halt and John stepped out, Ara knew an argument was inevitable, and it was bound to happen sooner rather than later.
John's anger had been steadily building as they drove further away from the Hankins'
