Stella's POV
Each mile the taxi traveled toward the unknown destination increased my anxiety. My hands trembled in my lap as feelings of helplessness and fear consumed me. The elderly taxi driver kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, his weathered face showing concern while he navigated the city streets with deliberate caution. His driving was methodical and unhurried, as if he sensed something wasn't right about my journey.
The sudden buzzing of my phone startled me. Atlas's name flashed across the screen. I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the answer button. If I ignored him, it would only raise suspicions. Logan had likely returned to the office by now but probably assumed I was in another department. He wouldn't sound the alarm yet. Taking a deep breath, I answered.
"Stella? Where are you?" Atlas's voice carried unusual urgency.
