Maria's Point of View
The drive to the mansion felt like an eternity. Kairo kept his eyes on the road, gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles pale. I stared out of the window, heart pounding in my chest, mind racing. Mrs. Thompson’s panicked voice echoed in my ears, making it hard to focus on anything else. What could have happened to Floyd? He was just a kid, full of life and energy. The thought of something terrible happening to him filled me with dread.
“Kairo, do you think he’s okay?” My voice was small, almost breaking under the weight of my fear.
“He has to be,” Kairo replied, his voice firm but his eyes betraying his own worry. “We’ll figure this out.”
I nodded, trying to cling to the assurance in his tone, but the fear gnawed at me. Every time I thought I had a hand
