The car sped down the empty road, the engine humming too loud in the silence between them.
Isabella watched Aubrey drive. The way her hands strangled the steering wheel. The way her jaw stayed locked. There was a shine in her eyes that hadn't fallen yet.
"…so that's it then?" Isabella asked quietly.
"What?" Aubrey muttered, not looking at her.
"We came all this way for Adrian, and now we're just gonna leave him with that—"
"He chose," Aubrey snapped.
Isabella frowned but said nothing at first. The tires rolled over cracked pavement, the sound already dull to her ears.
"He chose…okay?" Aubrey continued, her voice tight. "We're going to find the medicine your dad needs, and then we're out of here for good."
Isabella turned her gaze back to the road. Something prickled at the back of her neck. She let out a shaky, conflicted breath.
"Whatever, man."
Aubrey shot her a sharp look.
"What, you don't think I made the right decision or something?"
Isabella began slow, careful.
