Silence settled inside the car, heavy enough that even the driver felt uneasy.

Right then, Nathaniel’s phone rang.

He glanced at the screen, his expression tightening, then answered in a low voice so Cecilia wouldn’t hear.

“What is it?”

“Sir, Nicholas wants to speak to you.”

Nathaniel flicked his gaze toward Cecilia. Her eyes were closed—she looked asleep.

“Put him through.”