“Babe, what’s going on?” the lady beside him asks, her voice laced with concern as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, revealing the delicate curve of her jaw. Vincent slowly unravels his fingers from her grasp, his brow furrowing as he takes a cautious step closer to me, his eyes searching mine for answers. Standing just behind him, Miguel mirrors his movements, his expression a mixture of curiosity and caution. The atmosphere thickens, anticipation hanging in the air like ...