The car sped down the darkened road, the headlights slicing through the shadows of the forest. Luca’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his jaw clenched. Elena sat beside him, her hands tightly gripping the edge of her seat. The tension in the air was palpable, and the silence between them felt heavier than the looming danger they had just escaped.
Elena broke the silence first. “Where are we going?”
“Somewhere safer,” Luca replied curtly, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
“And where is that, exactly?” she pressed, her voice tinged with frustration.
Luca glanced at her briefly, his expression softening. “There’s a safehouse a few hours from here. They won’t find us there.”
The words did little to ease her growing unease. She turned her gaze to the window, watching the trees blur pa
