Lila
The ride from the airport was unbearably silent. More silent than I had anticipated. We had barely said two words to each other, it was like we were complete strangers to one another.
Max hadn’t said a word since we left. His jaw was tense, his grip on the steering wheel so tight I worried it might snap under his hands. I didn’t know what to say either. My heart still raced from seeing Tim and Amina, especially Amina, with her smug, venomous smile as if she’d won something.
But I was also thinking about her face, the way it changed the moment Max called me his wife. She looked like she was going to vomit.
But that moment had been short-lived, I thought we were going to talk about it, about my sister who started all this, who orchestrated all this, and my ex fiance Tim, but it was like we didn't just ran into them. Like he didn't just call me his wife. Of course Max didn't really care.
I wanted to ask Max what he was thinking, what we were now, what we were going to be now that
