Not Ephyra

They drove in silence, the tension between them on the edge of breaking. Myra crossed her arms, her nails digging into her palms as she stared out the window. She didn't want to speak, didn't want to give Alan the satisfaction of knowing how deeply he'd angered her. But the silence was suffocating, and her thoughts were a storm she couldn't quiet.

"You've been staring at her a lot lately," Myra finally snapped, her voice low but laced with venom.

Alan's grip on the steering wheel tightened, but he didn't look at her. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't play dumb with me," she shot back, her glare sharp enough to cut. "You think I don't notice? The way you look at her?"

Alan's jaw clenched. "You're imagining things."

"Am I?" Myra challenged, leaning closer. "Well I don't think I am because I'm not fucking blind!"