Cassandra Kane
Cassie had been staring out the passenger window, her eyes tracing the steady rhythm of the streetlights passing by, their amber glow flickering like distant stars. The hum of the engine was a monotonous drone that only seemed to deepen the tension hanging in the air. They’d been driving for what felt like hours, the quiet suffocating, the silence between her and Desmond growing thicker with each passing mile. The city outside seemed to blur into one long, shadowy stretch—no beginning, no end. It was like they were driving through a dream, the kind you couldn’t quite wake from.
Cassie could feel the weight of everything pressing down on her chest: the case, the victims, the unease that had settled in the pit of her stomach. It was like a storm was gathering, and no matter
