Every time I peeked at Sutton in the rearview mirror, he wasn’t looking at me. I’d wait, gaze locked, pleading with him to glance my way, but he never did. Why wouldn’t he look at me? We were always on the same wavelength, could speak to each other without words, and it helped me make sense of things. I was out of sorts without it. I couldn’t say what I expected him to do about how shaken up I was, but I needed something from him.
