Inbetween 11

Ada's face held anger in its pointed glare. She challenged him in silence to dare touch me. I was used to that look, she used it when we were growing up in her protective state. 

"It's fine, let us go" I said. I brushed past her, rolling my box behind me. 

I played music to fill the silence in the car as we drove home. Ada was more interested in looking out the window. 

"Are you okay? " I asked, throwing her a quick glance. 

She nodded with a smile. "It just feels somehow. It's like the end of a life."

I smiled. Understanding her more than anyone else would. "We would be fine" I said. It was what I wanted myself to believe.