Filling the Void, Breathing Something Empty, by Peter Harrison
The way home was filled with reminders of why things couldn’t be. He looked over at her as she stared out the window, head leaned up against the door, breath leaving a light fog on the glass. He clenched the top of the steering wheel, slowly revving the slick, worn-out leather, and he repositioned himself in his seat—moving with the intention of saying something to break the silence. Something to…