The car had been moving for quite a while. Dylan leaned back against the seat, his gaze fixed on the blur of city lights passing by outside the window. Buildings rose and fell, shadows stretched across the sidewalks, neon signs flickered with life. Yet for him, the city looked like nothing more than shapes on glass—he was too tired to notice its charm.
The day had been long, filled with demands that pressed against his patience and drained his body of strength. His flight, than awhole day of tiresome mission. By the time he left, he felt like a thread unraveling.
Still, in his exhaustion, one thought persisted, pulling at him like gravity. Where's Lena?
He reached for his phone and quickly typed:
Where are you?
His eyes stayed fixed on the screen as he waited, the small typing indicator he hoped for never appearing. After a moment, he sighed and pressed the call button. The line rang once, twice… and then silence. It didn't connect.
