The car slowly pulled out of the Allen mansion, its windshield reflecting the golden hues of the rising sun.
Jessica took a deep breath as she plugged in her earbuds. She wanted to gather herself before she stepped into the Allen group.
She didn't want to imagine how spectacular her arrival will be. Davis stretched his arm and gently pulled her into his embrace.
She accepted the gesture and rested her head against his chest in a comfortable position, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat serving as her only consolation.
"How many routes lead from the Allen mansion to our destination?" Jessica asked, her tone inquisitive.
"There are four routes," Ethan replied, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "Two are congested with heavy traffic, one is in terrible condition, and the last is rarely used."
Jessica closed her eyes momentarily, her brow furrowing in silent contemplation. Her gut feeling is usually scary that she never ignores it.
