The basement parking lot was eerily quiet, save for the occasional drip of water leaking from the ceiling and the distant hum of traffic from above. The dim overhead lights cast flickering shadows on the concrete floor, making the place feel colder than it already was.
Andrew parked the car in a secluded corner, away from the few other vehicles scattered around. He turned off the ignition, letting the silence settle between them.
For a long moment, neither of them spoke. Luna sat stiffly in the passenger seat, her fingers gripping the strap of her bag—the very bag that held the tools she intended to use to end this nightmare.
Andrew took a deep breath and turned to her. His eyes were searching, filled with something unspoken. Worry? Fear? Love? Maybe all of them.
"You can still reconsi
