Becky's POV
As we raced across the empty streets, the motor of the automobile hummed gently; the lights of the city flickering in the rearview mirror seemed like far-off stars. Leo sat next to me, his knuckles white against the steering wheel, fixated forward. Unspoken phrases and unanswered questions that none of us knew how to probe abound in the quiet between us.
The weight of the evening stayed on me, and I couldn't get rid of Wolfe's last words: You can't stop what's coming. They kept playing in my thoughts, a sinister alert of what was to come.
Leo shattered the quiet first with a low, harsh voice. "Are you alright?"
Surprised by the inquiry, I turned to him. Given he was carrying so much personally, I hadn't anticipated him to follow up on me. His face pulled, a mixture of tire
