C142 peace wouldn’t last

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the sky deepened into shades of crimson and violet, casting an eerie glow over the roads.

Rowan sat in the driver’s seat, his fingers gripping the steering wheel with an easy confidence as they cruised through the quiet streets.

Amara sat beside him, her son Vaughn in the backseat, his face illuminated by the faint glow of passing streetlights