She’d been in there for nearly an hour by the time he finally saw her coming out. She was stoic, wearing a strong front on her face as she made her way to the car. Amp got out and opened the passenger door for her. She settled into her seat, looking straight ahead. There was no eye contact between them, and no “Thank you for waiting.” She was silent. Amp stole a quick glance at her. He saw her eyelids fluttering, and he knew she was fighting off tears. Had she spoken, her voice probably would have cracked. Amp wanted to ask what was bothering her, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He didn’t want to overstep his boundaries and have her think that he was snooping in her business. If she’d wanted him to know all the details, then she would have told him. So instead, he said nothing. He just started the car. Her emotions got the best of her, and Madam turned her face toward the window as a tear ran down her face. Amp had to ask her what was going on at this point. He couldn’t just drive down the street with a crying woman and show no concern at all.
