He stopped so suddenly the tires screeched, and before the engine was even off, he was already out, his eyes scanning me in a way that changed instantly from confusion to something far more dangerous.
“Lucía… what happened?” he asked, his voice low, controlled.
I looked at him, barely able to hold myself upright.
“They kicked me out,” I said.
Something in him shifted.
Not loudly.
Not violently.
Just… completely.
He looked past me.
