It is dead silent in the car.

Logan is driving.

James is sitting next to him.

Meanwhile I am sitting in the backseat and don't even dare to breathe.

Thinking back of what happened guilt washes over me.
This would have never happened if I weren't there.
I take in a deep breath to apologize for the inconvenience I have caused.

But in that moment James turns towards Logan and starts to interrogate him.

"Why are you here? You were supposed to stay back and help Feycal. So why did you come?"

The driver sighs and takes his time to answer.

"James, I have come to know you for a long time now.
So it only made sense to come over, especially when I heard that you will be there accompanying your mother.
And I knew that River is there. Besides, I had a feeling that she is not used to Isabelle's horrible driving skills nor to the personality of the seamstress.
So I guessed she wanted to be driven back... with asking you.
And I figured something like this with your mom might happen. So I came over.
Although I have to say, I am really surprised that you held all that back for so many years.
What took your outburst so long?"

James doesn't respond.

At first he looks speechless at Logan.

His facials expressions reveal a mix of shock and sadness.
He nods slowly and proceeds to looks out of the window.

Shielding his eyes with a hand,
while leaning against the window.

Tears fall from his eyes and his breathing changes.

The grip of his hand at the door handle tightens, resulting a layer of ice spreading at the door.

The car is filled with his silent cries.

Worried I try to make eye contact with Logan through the rear mirror.

He notices it immediately and answers my worried face with a slow knowing bink.