Emily’s POV
Restless energy pulsed through me, a frantic rhythm matched only by the pounding of my heart. The weight of impending danger hung heavy in the air as Marco navigated the streets, his gaze inscrutable, his intentions shrouded in secrecy. Gripping my phone tightly, I concealed it from his view, every moment a delicate balance between vigilance and vulnerability.
“Could you at least tell me where we’re going?” I ventured, the tremor in my voice betraying my unease as I observed our diverging path from familiarity.
“Home,” Marco replied, his tone devoid of warmth, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
Home? But this wasn’t the direction to his father’s house. Panic prickled at the edges of my consciousness, a sharp reminder of the unstableness of our situation. “Home?” I repeate
