Dante's pov

The path extended infinitely forward, consumed by the darkness. Dante maintained a strong hold on the wheel, the engine's hum being the sole noise breaking the silence surrounding them. Lia positioned herself next to him, arms crossed, staring out the window as if she could change the outside world with her gaze. In the backseat, Luca moved in his sleep, his tiny frame curled up, his sketchbook held securely in his grasp. And then there was she. Elena. Dante sensed her presence ...