“Home?” I asked, glancing at the app.
“Yes,” she said softly.
There was a pause as I pulled away from the curb. Something about the silence felt heavier than usual, not awkward—just… loaded.
“Long day?” I tried, more out of habit than curiosity.
She gave a small, almost apologetic smile.
“I finished treatment today,” she said.
I caught her eyes in the rearview mirror. There was no excitement in them. Just exhaustion.