Jayden sat frozen behind the polished leather of the steering wheel, his knuckles turning a painful, stark white as his fingers dug into the material. Outside, the night air had turned bitterly cold, and a steady downpour lashed against the windshield, blurring the city lights into agonizing smears of yellow and red. Through the rain-streaked glass, his eyes were locked in a frantic, unblinking glare on the figure of Sarah as she stepped out of the back seat of a yellow taxi. Every nerve in his body vibrated with a volatile mix of disbelief and mounting dread as he tracked her movements. She was practically running, her thin jacket wrapped tightly around her shivering frame, her head ducked against the rain as she darted toward the entrance of the dilapidated building.
