The car rolled to a quiet stop in front of Rayna's house. Stefan looked ahead to see tall beautiful trees ahead.
A soft breeze swayed the leaves, and birds chirped lazily in the distance. The air was calm—but Stefan was anything but.
He sat frozen in the passenger seat, staring straight ahead, wondering why they were coming to a stop there and if the house in front of him was it—the place where Ruby stayed.
Ethan turned off the engine and shifted in his seat, glancing over at him. "We're here," he said quietly.
Stefan didn't move. His hands were clenched tightly on his lap, his jaw stiff. His entire body was tense, like a string pulled too tight, threatening to snap at any second.
Ethan frowned and waited a beat before speaking again. "You okay?"
Stefan let out a long, slow breath through his nose. "No."
Ethan blinked. "What do you mean? This is what you've always wanted."
