Sarah’s hands shook slightly as she slowed the truck and stopped. Harry slid into the passenger seat, his face a mask of worry.

"The weather’s getting out of control," he said, tightening his seatbelt with urgency. "You need to go back home."

Sarah glanced at him, confused. "What are you doing here?"

Harry avoided her gaze, his focus on the storm outside. "It’s dangerous to stop the car in the middle of the road," he replied, his tone calm but insistent.

Sarah felt a flicker of doubt. ...