They didn’t say a word on the drive home. The windshield wipers moved quickly, clearing rain and mist as they went. Lila stared out at the dark road ahead, her reflection faint and flickering in the glass. The flash drive sat heavy on her lap, like a timer about to go off. Her fingers traced its edges, feeling the warm plastic pressed against her skin from gripping it so tightly. Every bend and corner seemed to scorch her palm, leaving a burning impression.
Outside, rain hammered against the roof, coming down in heavy waves. Sometimes, headlights from passing cars lit up Regan’s face—hard, serious, eyes fixed straight ahead. His arms tensed as he held the steering wheel tightly. Lila felt the weight of all their unspoken worries pressing between them, almost spilling over the windows and
