Allies in the dark
Martin’s car was a silent vessel in the night, carrying us to the edge of uncertainty. He and Vivian were perched like statues, eyes scanning the darkened field for any sign of movement. Every rustle of the wind through the trees, every distant animal call, sent waves of tension through the car’s cabin. We were allies not just against a common enemy, but against the clawing fear that threatened to engulf us as the minutes ticked by.