"James, where are we going?" Eliana asked after a few minutes, her voice edged with impatience. She leaned forward, her honey-brown eyes fixed on the back of his head through the rearview mirror. "This isn't the way to any of his offices or safe houses. And you're driving like we're late for something dire."
James gripped the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles whitening. He glanced at her in the mirror, his kind face strained. "Just... a place where Rafael is waiting. It's not far. Try to relax, Eliana. For the baby's sake."
Clara reached over, patting Eliana's hand gently, her curly brown hair brushing against Eliana's arm in a sisterly gesture. "He's right, dear. Deep breaths. Whatever it is, we'll handle it together."
