The driver leaned back slightly in his seat, still shaken, his hand pressed against his chest.

Something about all of this didn’t sit right with him.

Madam rushing to the airport out of nowhere.
The child resisting like his life depended on it.
And now… this near accident.

It didn’t feel like a normal trip.

Miranda, on the other hand, was still holding Felix tightly, her hands trembling just enough to betray her composure.

“Alright,” she said at last, her voice softer now, almost coaxing. “We’re not going. We’ll go back.”

Felix froze for a second, like he didn’t quite believe it.