Emily's POV
The streets of New York were alive with the usual chaos—honking cars, flashing lights, and the hum of people rushing to wherever they needed to be. But as Tessa and I sat in the back of the Uber, the city's noise felt distant, like it was muffled by the weight of what we were about to do. My hands were clenched tightly in my lap, my nails digging into my palms as I tried to steady my breathing. Tessa, on the other hand, was fuming.
"Can you believe this guy?" she snapped, glaring at the back of the Uber driver's head. "He's charging us double just because we're going to some 'sketchy' part of town? What, does he think we're carrying drugs or something?"
I glanced at the driver, a middle-aged man with a scowl permanently etched into his face. He had been muttering under his b
