Blanche's POV
In the car, Carry curled up next to me.
Without Joanna around, I was the only source of comfort my daughter had left.
I could tell every time Carry replayed today's events in her mind, fear still gripped her heart.
She stayed silent, just pressing herself closer against me without a word.
I glanced toward Zain and Vincent outside.
As Zain approached Vincent, he didn't seem ready for a confrontation—he just stood there in the downpour with his umbrella, his dark coat making him blend seamlessly into the night.
After what felt like forever, Zain raised his umbrella slightly, fixing his stare on Vincent, though he remained silent.
Vincent shifted uncomfortably under Zain's piercing gaze and finally spoke up, "What's with that look?"
Zain broke the silence, genuine confusion in his tone, "How did you manage it?"
