SCARLETT ROSE
The road ahead of us seems endless, each kilometer adding a greater weight to my chest. Amber drives with focus, but I can feel the tension in her body. Her hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that the knuckles are white, and the silence between us is filled only by the sound of the engine and my restless thoughts.
I hold the gun Amber gave me, feeling its weight in the palm of my hand. I try to ignore the fact that my hands are still shaking slightly. I tell myself it's just adrenaline, but I know it's more than that: it's fear.
"Are you okay?", Amber asks, not taking her eyes off the road.
"No. But I don't think I'll be okay until I know where they are.", I answer honestly.
She nods, as if she understands.
"Me neither."
Time seems to drag on, each minute marked
