Elijah’s POV
The drive to my parents' place was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint hum of the car engine.
My mind was consumed with thoughts of how I would explain the entire situation to them in a way that made sense and, more importantly, a way that they could understand.
I knew my father would be furious, and my mother would likely be caught between concern and disappointment.
The weight of their expectations loomed large, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I was walking into a storm.
Needing a distraction, I reached for the car's audio controls and switched on the radio.
A soft, mellow tune filled the car, its gentle rhythm easing some of the tension in my chest.
It wasn’t much, but it was enough to dull the edges of my anxiety, at least for a little while.
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