C7 Chapter 7

Even though he seemed calm enough now, a small part of Ava was still worried he was silently cooking inside.

"How's your hand?" Mr. Chastain asked after a while, breaking the awkward silence that hung around in his car. She hadn't meant to be bad company, but she just didn't know what to say.

"It's fine, really," she said while keeping her eyes glued to her lap