|| Cora ||
The car sped through the dark, winding streets of Italy, its headlights cutting through the thick veil of night. The city’s neon lights flickered in the rearview mirror, their glow a stark contrast to the cold silence that enveloped the vehicle. My hands clenched in my lap, fingers twisting the fabric of my dress as I stared out the window, watching the blur of buildings and shadows. Every passing second made my stomach churn with unease, a gnawing feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Lilly sat beside me, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a white-knuckled intensity. Her face was a mask of determination, but I could see the cracks in her composure—the slight tremble in her lower lip, the way her eyes darted to the rearview mirror every few seconds. She was scared
