follows me in silence, folding her arms tightly
against her chest. I open the door to get behind the
driver’s seat and she climbs in and sits next to me,
sighing. I hope she doesn’t want to talk because
I’m really not able to talk right now.
Sure, I can go with her, help her look for her
stuff and bring it back here in the least amount of
time possible, just as long as she understands I’m
not the person she can vent her feelings with, or
someone she can open up to, because that’s not the
case. I already made a mistake last week, letting
her cry on my shoulder, or in fact, in my arms,
because I held her tight—I wanted to. I think that’s
enough for one lifetime.
I turn on the engine and take off in a hurry; Erin
puts her seatbelt on and gives me a furtive glance,
which I do not return.
As I get further from the city, I head toward
Dublin. I know the area where he lives but don’t
know the exact address, so I’m forced to open my
mouth.
“Address?” I ask without looking at her and use
just the necessary words and no more.
“Whitehall, do you know it? Where the school
is?”
I nod.
“The apartment is near there, I’ll tell you when
we get closer.”
I nod again, keeping my eyes on the road, intent
on keeping my lip zipped until we get back to the
