The night was eerily quiet, the usual hum of nocturnal life absent. Thick, brooding clouds clashed in the ink-black sky, obscuring the moon that might have otherwise offered its soft, silvery glow to illuminate the deserted road. The path, leading to the outskirts of the city, was dark and treacherous, swallowed by the oppressive shadows of looming trees.
Inside the speeding car, Jaydon gripped the wheel tightly, his knuckles white. The road stretched ahead like a void, and the high beams barely pierced through the enveloping darkness. His wife, seated in the passenger seat, adjusted her necklace with a smile, still basking in the glow of the evening they had just left behind.
"The party was amazing," she said, her voice cheerful and oblivious to the tension coiling in her husband's shoulders.
