Brian’s POV

I didn’t go straight home after leaving the prison.

I drove.

No destination. No map.

Just the hum of the engine and the weight of Kaia’s voice echoing in my head.

“Get me out… or I ruin everything you’ve worked for.”

My knuckles tightened around the steering wheel as the sky outside shifted from pale afternoon to slow-burning dusk. Red light bled across the windshield like a warning, and still, I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

Because if I went home… I might ...