Yvann stepped on the brakes. His father would surely ask him where he'd been later on, but this was more of a pressing matter than his father's questions.
He squinted his eyes at the seemingly abandoned cabin in the middle of the woods. Old and fresh vines dangled from the roof down to the bottom of the small house.
"Are you sure we're in the right place?" Yvann briefly eyed Feeliz through the rearview mirror. The latter eyed him back. She blew out a sigh and opened the door from the backseat, hopping out right after.
"I guess that's yes." He mumbled. Szeina patted his hand, the one close to her. She looked at Yvann and smiled.
"She's here with us. We should be grateful for that, if nothing else." Yvann held her hand for a while, intertwining their fingers.
"Let's sit here for a while." Szeina chuckled, shaking her head. She squeezed his hand.
