“Warned You About What?”: The Silent Judgment of a Survival Mark

pushed back his chair.

“We should head out,” he announced, his voice tense and unfamiliar.

The drive to the car was painfully silent. As soon as the doors closed, he gripped the steering wheel, his jaw tightening. “You could’ve at least warned me!” he snapped. Confused and shaken, I stared at him. “Warned you about what?”

He dragged a hand across his continue reading …