After my marriage with the brothers, I swiftly moved back in with them. As they already had all my things in their mansion, I just had to move myself there and nothing else. After the wedding, we planned for our honeymoon. Both brothers wanted to go on a trip with me, and I readily agreed.
After everything that had happened, we needed a good break. So, for the next couple of days, we took care of what we needed to, packed our bags, got ourselves a spacious caravan, and hit the road with no destination in mind. We wanted it to be an adventurous trip, not a planned one. The open road felt like a promise of freedom, a way to leave all the darkness behind us.
But our adventure took a dark turn when we hit something on the road. The sickening thud of the impact reverberated through the metal
