The car raced down the sparsely populated suburban road, the wind tousling her hair into a flutter, like a streak of red lightning across the somewhat desolate countryside.
Atlas Hallow was tightly following behind, his heart clenched repeatedly, wondering what this girl was up to.
For a full month, she seemed to have withdrawn into her shell, unreachable by anyone, living in her own world without uttering a single extra word to him; the feeling was truly oppressively unbearable. When the housekeeper mentioned she was planning to go out, he felt a sense of relief—a breath of fresh air might be good for her. Yet he hadn't anticipated the housekeeper cautiously mentioning that she was driving out by herself.
