Cianne enjoyed several weeks without incident. The "thing with her mother" had become a memory that they never discussed again. Life had never felt so normal and Cianne loved it.
She sat quietly, staring at Tristan from the passenger seat of his truck as he drove up his long driveway. He was quiet and had been the entire ride from school. It took some time but Cianne learned to decipher the subtle changes in his demeanor, to determine his moods, because it was almost impossible to tell from his facial expressions.
Except when he was angry. When Tristan was upset, his eyes darkened. It was the only warning because his perfect lips would still stretch into an easy smile. It was a mask that hid something dark.
Cianne had to admit that she wasn't at all interested in seeing his "full out angry" mode.