Jeremy’s Point of View
I watched her drive away, her silhouette barely visible through the parking lot lights. The way she moved, the urgency in her gestures… I could tell something was troubling her, but I couldn’t pinpoint what it was.
My eyes stayed fixed on her car as it disappeared up the ramp. I couldn’t shake the look on her face when she glanced at her phone.
That quiet “Finally” she murmured kept echoing in my mind. Did she care more than I dared to believe?
I shook my head, exhaling sharply, and turned toward my own car. I had only taken a few steps when I noticed four men approaching.
One of them was Gael, my closest friend and, in many ways, a brother to me.
“We’ve been waiting here for a long time,” he said, a crooked smile on his face.
His eyes glinted with an intensit
