Hazel struggled with the car door, frustration etched on her face as she prodded Francisco with both her hands and knees. He remained stiff, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Francisco ordered the driver to head directly to the mansion. 

“Drive home quickly.”

His terse command hung in the air, emphasizing the gravity of his mood. The driver, experienced at discerning his boss's temper, nodded subtly and accelerated the car.

"I want ...