And then, with a voice laden with trepidation, he voiced the question that had plagued his every thought. "The driver... the one who drove the car and crashed into the bus from behind..." His words hung heavy in the air, weighted with the anticipation of the answer he longed to hear. "Where are they now? Are they okay?"
***
The following day, as Nathan descended the final step of the jet's staircase, his eyes caught sight of a familiar figure moving away from another private jet nearby, making his way toward a waiting car. A wave of recognition swept over Nathan, and he couldn't help but mutter, "Huh? Yves?" Squinting his eyes, he attempted to confirm if his eyes were deceiving him, but before he could be certain, Ryder emerged from behind him.
Sensing Nathan's bewilderment, Ryder leaned in, whispering softly, mindful not to disturb their peacefully slumbering daughter. "What's wrong?" he inquired, his voice filled with concern.
