Viola walked past the towering trees, her footsteps slow and steady against the cold earth.
Finally, in the distance, the faint image of the car came into view, its engine still running. A dim glow spilled from the headlights, weakly cutting through the darkness.
Charlotte hadn't left, Of course, she hadn't.
Why would she?
In her mind, everything was already over.
Viola almost admired the confidence.
Almost.
Inside the car, Charlotte sat comfortably in her seat, one leg crossed over the other as her fingers tapped idly against her armrest. There was no urgency in her posture, no concern.
Only expectation.
"Taking their time, aren't they…" she muttered, irritation creeping into her voice.
Her eyes drifted toward the forest.
A small frown tugged at her lips.
Something felt… off.
Too quiet.
The silence pressed unnaturally against her skin.
Charlotte slowly stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the ground with each deliberate step.
Then—
