Silence enveloped the car. Arms folded, she stared out the window. Suddenly, he made a turn and parked the car; they stared at an empty lot. “Can you at least tell me what’s wrong”, he said, hands still gripping the steering wheel. She continued to look out.
Where was the connection they had built after all these years, where a single glance could speak a thousand words?
Only frustration existed now; neither could understand what the other wanted.