Elena’s Point Of View

The drive felt like a runaway heartbeat. My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles went white, Lexy’s question hammering at the back of my skull like a drum I couldn’t silence.

‘What do you want, Elena?’

It should’ve been an easy question. Everyone should know what they want. Freedom. Safety. Love. Revenge. But my thoughts twisted in circles, a knot that wouldn’t untangle.

The city blurred past me… shops, traffic lights, strangers ...