The atmosphere inside the Jeep was thick with tension, a palpable weight that seemed to suffocate any attempt at conversation. Ezra steered the vehicle with an unsettling silence, the speed exceeding any reasonable limit. Despite the intense need to ask him to slow down, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of his anger. His glare and flaring nostrils spoke volumes, creating an oppressive ambiance that left me uneasy.
Caleb occupied the front seat, his presence adding another layer of complexity to the already charged atmosphere. In my hand, the foldable combat knife remained clenched, a stark reminder of the disturbing choice he had presented me with. "Use it on me if you feel threatened," he had said. The conflicting emotions swirling within me mirrored the chaos of the situation. Trus
