As Jon navigated the winding mountain roads in the car, the radio played a mix of old tunes, filling the car with a nostalgic atmosphere.

You sat in the passenger seat, feeling the car bump along the rocky road beneath the wheels.

Your gaze wandered out the window, taking in the gloomy view of the mountainside as Jon expertly maneuvered the vehicle down the hilly terrain.

The air was crisp and cool, a stark contrast to the heat of the day earlier.

A tense silence hung in the car, save for the soft crooning of the radio.

Jon had made the decision to move into this small town after his wife had left the two of you on a whim, caused by bitterness and jealousy.

So he felt the need to start fresh.

Start a new life.

For the both of you.

It had been difficult, and you had made your displeasure clear.

But he knew it was necessary.

He wanted to move on from the pain of the past and a fresh start was exactly what the two of you needed.

Especially him.

Although you were still mad at him for the decision, he knew that with time, you would come to understand why the two of you had to leave.

Jon took his eyes off the winding road for a moment and turned to look at you in the passenger seat, his gaze lingering on your face.

After a moment of silent staring, he spoke, his voice gruff but caring.

"How you holding up kiddo?"

He asked, concern etched across his features.