C374 If He Spilled the Beans

From the rearview mirror, Eleanor could see Zachary's hands were clasped together, the veins on the backs of his hands standing out starkly. His expression remained as serene as a still pond.

She knew, however, that beneath that calm exterior, his emotions were roiling like a tempest, the prominent veins betraying the intensity of his anger.

The car raced onward, and an hour later