Viona's POV
I forgot the last time I ever rode in the same car with my father and sat side by side like this.
Maybe when I was still a child.
Or maybe never.
Because ever since elementary school, all I could remember was Vivian and I always riding in a different car from him and my mother, even when we were attending the exact same event.
But right now, the air did not feel as suffocating as I had imagined.
Even after several minutes of silence passed between us before he casually turned on the small television screen in front of his seat, displaying the news.
"What do you need?" he asked coldly.
I turned toward him.
His gaze stayed fixed on the screen, but his usual stiff expression looked more relaxed somehow, like my presence was not entirely bothering him.
His eyes remained sharp and focused, yet faint lines of exhaustion had started forming subtly at the corners.
When was the last time I ever looked at him this closely?
