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The car ride home was suffocating. Occasionally, I glanced at Alex, his grip on the steering wheel was tighter than usual, his knuckles white, his jaw clenched.
The silence between us stretched, heavy with unspoken thoughts. I stare out the window, watching the blurred city lights rush past, but my mind is stuck on the note. I know how sensitive Alex can be when it has to do with being threatened.
You’re running out of time.
The words etch themselves into my brain, carving out a space filled with questions that I have no answers for.
Who left it? How did they know where I was?
Alex hasn't said a word since we got in the car. I know he’s thinking the same things I am, but neither of us knows how to start the conversation. Or maybe we’re both too afraid of what the answers mig
