Sebastian
The roar of the engine hums under me as I punch the gas, the force pressing me back into the seat.
The tension in my chest eases—just slightly—with each mile we put behind us. The winding streets blur past, the steady growl of the car calming my racing thoughts.
But no amount of speed can untangle the knots in my stomach.
"Do you think Agnes has anything useful?" Eric asks from the passenger seat, breaking the silence.
"What do I think?" I glance at him briefly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "I hope she does. God knows we need something."
Eric hesitates, then asks the question I’ve been asking myself all day.
“Do you think there’s any chance…any at all…that Elizabeth’s back?”
I shake my head. The idea is too good to be true, and we both know it. “That would be a mi
