LENA POV:
“Cane?” I asked after a few minutes.
He was staring out the window, jaw clenched, knuckles white.
“Why are you acting weird? Where are we really going?”
He didn’t answer my question, I needed answers and he wasn't giving them to me. My stomach twisted with irritation and anger.
“Cane,” I said louder, voice cracking, “Answer me.”
Still silence, deafening. It was too quiet and heavy.
I reached for the door handle, but it was locked. The child safety lock clicked into place with a mocking snap.
“What the hell is this?” I demanded, eyes wide.
Finally, he turned to me. Cold. Distant. Different.
“I’m sorry, Lena,” he said softly as he stared at me with a look of longing. Like he was trying to make me understand what he couldn't explain himself.
The web was getting more st
