Racheal looked out of the window to the familiar buildings of the city.

She could not say why, but the city felt different from when she had left it.

There were also more cops on the road, questioning drivers and pedestrians. Had it always been like this, and she had not just not noticed it?

She glanced at Steffan. He was still quiet.

She sighed and looked away.

At least he no longer looked like he was in mental pain.

She suddenly felt his hand on her’s.

He raised it up to his ...