CHAPTER 12

He looked over and threw a withering glare at me. He opened the door for me. I sat in, quietly. Just a pinch and he would explode like a volcano.

He strode around. I could still see his white knuckles. He hadn't spoken a word. I was frightened. But I had to start if he didn't want to talk or he wouldn't answer.

He got in the car and slammed the door shut. I gulped. That wasn't expected. He never expressed his anger. Was it a warning for me to keep my mouth shut? It would be something essential. Otherwise, I didn't see him reacting this way.

"Duante," I whispered.

He looked at me and shook his head. I straightened my gaze and stared at the dark. I wanted to touch him, comfort him, whatever he was feeling I wanted to be with him. My mind and body weren't agreeing on anything at the moment. I wanted to reach and hug him. My mind was shouting at me to keep quiet and didn't utter a word.

A single word could get him riled up. I kept looking at hi