The car sped down the highway, the only sound cutting through was the low hum of the engine. Stephanie's mind raced with worry, her body tensed with every passing mile. Haness, sensing her unease, took it upon himself to fill the void with words, shielding her from the questions that threatened to consume her.
He wrapped a comforting arm around Stephanie as he recounted the events that unfolded in her absence.
"In that chilling hour," he began, his voice tinged with suspense.
Stephanie's heart clenched at the thought of her husband's anguish. Her reaction was repressed, her expression betraying none of the shock or disbelief that Haness expected.
As they talked, some police cars zoomed past, their sirens loud. Haness stole a glance at Stephanie, searching for any sign of distress, but
