I'm Missing Something

Amaya

“Are you sure you’re all right?” I asked, for what felt like the thousandth time since we’d left the restaurant.

“I’m fine,” Kristo assured me, but he had barely spoken a word to me since we’d left a few hours before. What was going on with him? Had I managed to piss him off in some way? Had I done something wrong? I felt like it had gone well, as well as could be expected, yet he was sitting there, hands on the wheel and gaze fixed dead ahead, looking as though someone had jammed a ramrod up his ass.

“I liked your dad.” I tried to change tack. “And his wife. They seemed nice.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to her,” Kristo remarked. “They’ll probably be broken up before we are.”

“They seemed to really like each other,” I offered, but he didn’t respond. I sank back into the seat. I was already tired from the day we’d had, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to spend the rest of the evening trying to coax conversation out of him if he didn’t want to give it to me.

We arrived back at th