“Don’t. Just don’t.”

“Avery, I know you’re upset, but I’m not letting you get out of talking to me about this.”

She sighed. I glanced at her. She was fiddling with her coat pocket.

“I’m sorry I spoke to you like that.”

“You’re forgiven. Now what the fuck is going on with you?”

She didn’t respond. When I looked at her again, I could see the pain in her expression. I turned my hand on the gear stick, leaving my palm facing upwards. After a moment, she placed hers in it, clutching my fingers tightly.

Then I knew exactly what had happened. She’d remembered both the nights which had completely changed her world. The nights which destroyed everything for her.

And I couldn’t do anything about it because those memories would probably haunt her for the rest of her life.