The black SUV pulled into the wide, stone-paved driveway of Jake's luxurious home. The sun had already begun to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the sleek car and the manicured lawn surrounding the property. Jake sat behind the wheel, his fingers clenching the leather steering wheel as though it were the only thing anchoring him to reality. Beside him, in the passenger seat, sat Sharon—silent, her arms folded tightly across her chest, eyes staring straight ahead but not really seeing anything.
The tension inside the car was suffocating, heavy like a storm about to break. Neither of them spoke during the last leg of the ride. Both were consumed by thoughts, calculations, and the weight of decisions that couldn't be undone.
