Nolan's knuckles were turning white as he gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. The speedometer was creeping higher and higher, and Layla could feel the car straining beneath them. She wanted to tell him to slow down, but she was too afraid to speak. The sound of the engine was deafening, and the world outside the car seemed to blur by in a dizzying rush. Layla closed her eyes, trying to block out the fear that was threatening to overwhelm her.

"Please stop this, ...