Jealousy?
The atmosphere felt a bit tense, the radio was off, and he wasn't talking. He seemed angry. I didn't want to break the silence for fear that my sentences would change the order again. I couldn't take it anymore, so I decided to face whatever was coming.
- I'm sorry for not letting you know your sister was with us. And for not taking better care of her. - I said in a muffled voice and with my nerves on edge. He didn't say anything, and I just resigned myself waiting for my friend to call me to distract me.
- I'm not upset. - Louis finally said without taking his eyes off the road.
- Well, you don't seem to be. - I said unconsciously. I pressed my lips together, beating myself up in my mind for not controlling myself.
- I'm serious. I'm happy that Isabella is getting along with you and your friend. -
- If you say so. - I replied again before I could process what I was saying. I covered my mouth and looked out the window.