(HAILEY’S POV)

I speed down the lonely, quiet road that leads toward the city, my hands gripping the steering wheel tighter than I intend. The street stretches out ahead of me like an endless ribbon long, empty, and almost too silent for comfort. The houses lined on both sides look strangely similar to Santino’s… big, tall, gated mansions that stand stiff and eerie in the pale afternoon light. All their windows are shut. All their driveways are empty. There isn’t a single person ...