The quiet hum of the car filled the space between them. Parker finally broke it. "So… you're not planning on telling your parents about what happened?" His voice was low, careful.
Tessa shook her head, staring at the city lights streaking by through the window. "I don't know what to do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm still… I'm still trying to process everything. I don't even know how to bring it up to them."
Parker glanced at her, his grip tightening on the steering wheel. It all started to make sense now—the reason she'd been so comfortable staying with him this long without seeming eager to return home.
"Your parents aren't home," he said slowly, piecing it together. "And you're… scared of what might happen if they find out."