The drive from the Knight estate stretched into silence, heavy and unrelenting. The city lights faded into the distance, replaced by winding roads flanked with tall, shadowy trees. Tracy kept her gaze fixed on the window, watching as the world outside blurred into darkness. She could still feel the echo of the press conference, the weight of all those cameras, the whispered questions that clung to her skin like invisible chains.
Alex hadn’t spoken since they left. His jaw was set, his expression carved from stone. To anyone else, he looked calm, composed—as if the silence was a choice. But Tracy had begun to recognize the smallest cracks in his armor, the tightness in his grip on the steering wheel, the faint muscle ticking in his cheek. He was holding something back.
“Where are we going
