*Elio*

The warm sun had begun to fade away, casting a twilight glow across the sky as the black sedan rumbled down the beaten and bumpy path. In the setting sun, it was even more obvious just how much nothing there was around us.

The warehouse loomed in sight, the same one we’d used to hold Antonio, with only a few cars waiting silently outside as we pulled up.

The engine cut off, the keys jingling as I pulled them out of the ignition. The click of ...