AT THE SAME TIME
XAVIER'S POINT OF VIEW:
The busy street was alive with the chaos of honking horns, flashing lights, and the constant hum of engines. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes flicking between the road ahead and the rearview mirror. The black sedan was still there, weaving through traffic to keep up with us.
"Xavier." Isabella said, her voice trembling. "They’re getting closer."
"I know." I said, my tone clipped. My heart was pounding, but I forced myself to stay calm. "Just hold on. The police are close. We just need to keep moving."
The sedan was closing the gap now, its dark windows reflecting the glare of the streetlights. I could feel the tension radiating from Isabella beside me, her hands clutching the seatbelt across her chest. Suddenly, the sedan lurched f
