The car kept moving, but the tension inside had turned suffocating.
Xavier stood frozen, staring at the severed head placed neatly inside the gift box on his lap. His mother's lifeless eyes stared back at him, cold and empty, and for a terrifying moment nobody inside the vehicle knew what to say.
Even Levi, who was behind the wheel, no longer knew whether to keep driving or stop completely. He gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched.
Where were they even going now?
The only person who knew the destination was Xavier, yet he had gone completely silent, his gaze locked onto the grotesque sight before him like his brain still refused to process it.
Asher stood rooted beside him, panic rising in his chest.
"Xavier… baby, are you okay?"
The moment the words left his mouth, he regretted them.
Of course Xavier wasn't okay.
