Diana drove the sleek black car in complete silence for nearly an hour, her fingers never once releasing their tight grip on mine where they rested on the gear shift. The city lights slowly disappeared behind them like fading embers, giving way to twisting mountain roads lined with dark pine trees.
The cool night air rushed through the cracked window, carrying the fresh scent of wildflowers and earth. Every so often, she would glance sideways at me, her usual dominant mask softened by something vulnerable and almost shy.
Finally, she turned onto a narrow gravel path and parked at a completely remote scenic overlook perched high above a vast moonlit valley.
