Chloe’s POV
Edward navigated the labyrinth of roads under the dwindling radiance of the setting sun, his hands steady on the wheel. The familiar streets, lined with the same old houses and trees, whispered comforting tales of routine and normalcy. I recognized them, each turn and each stop, like the lines etched deeply in the palm of my hand.
As the car hummed softly, the pulsating rhythm of the engine felt like a soothing lullaby, a welcome balm to the chaos that had dominated the day. A gentle wave of tranquility seemed to crash over me, washing away the remnants of my fear, replacing it with a sense of serene familiarity. It was as though the city was wrapping me in a warm embrace, whispering assurances that I was almost home.
The glow of the GPS screen, harsh in the dim car interio
