The car came to a stop a few blocks away from the house, the engine humming low beneath the heavy silence that had settled between them. With Ariana gone, they could finally talk, yet for some reason, Vincent couldn't bring himself to start the conversation. He only stared ahead, hands gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. Diana sat beside him, arms folded, her gaze fixed on the quiet street ahead, but her mind was clearly somewhere else.
After a while, she left the backseat, joined him at the front, and then sighed, her forehead creasing to show how much mental stress she was under.
“What the hell is Winter doing here?” Diana asked, her voice calm but laced with worry. She turned to him. “After all these years, after acting like she was never going to return... S
