We’re driving in silence once again. It seems we can’t escape it these days.
I have no idea what faces us today, but I suppose I never do. The farther we drive, the more anxious I become. I don’t know why, but I can’t help but feel today is going to change everything.
I suspect Dutch feels it too because he’s not his usual self.
This entire situation is something out of a horror movie. It doesn’t make sense, but in some weird way, it doesn’t feel foreign. It’s like I’ve been here before.
We drive through a beautiful neighborhood. It’s apparent Jack was from a family who could afford luxuries in life. But in the end, it didn’t matter. It didn’t save him.
Dutch is driving slowly, peering at the house numbers, and when we arrive at a lavish double-story home, he pulls up by the curb.
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