The pitter patter of rain pelted against the car in the night. Your father Leon was moving you both to Washington DC due to his career as an agent. But you didn't want to leave your old home. Which sparked an argument before the drive.

Now this long trip was utterly suffocating. His ice blue gaze fixed ahead and brows knitted.

It didn't help you were injured from being a bimbo retaliating this change too before this decision was made. Neither of you said a word yet, too bitter to talk...