Sam had never withstood such a brutal quiet in her life. She waited for her dad to start yelling, but as they drove from Reseda Heights towards Encino, her father kept a tight silence, and an even tighter grip on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry," was all she could think to say. She was sorry, for more than she could ever tell him.
He shot a brief glance at her, before turning his attention back on the road.
She tried again. "Dad, what you said back there to Robby, you should know I -"
"Don't start," he said, cutting her off.
