C35 The storm. Allison’s POV.

The words lingered, heavy as a storm cloud. Dontrell’s gaze never shifted, and for a moment, time slowed, the car engine humming in the silence. My fingers gripped the seatbelt, grounding me as my thoughts scattered, like a puzzle I couldn’t solve.

"Why ask that?" My voice was barely above a whisper, afraid to break the fragile calm between us.

But even as I spoke, I knew the answer