Once outside, I could finally breathe. The tension inside the house had been suffocating. Beau led me to his sleek, black car parked neatly at the curb. I slipped inside, feeling a sense of relief as the door closed behind me, shutting out the chaos.
Beau started the engine, and we drove in silence for a few blocks. I could feel his questions hanging in the air, but he said nothing. Finally, after a few minutes, he spoke.
“I knew your family had their issues, but I didn’t expect this,” he said, glancing over at me. I shrugged, not sure how to respond. How could I explain years of dysfunction in a few sentences?
