Humming a song under her breath, Alicia kept her gaze fixed on the darkness outside, her eyes scanning for any sign of Adrien. He was far enough now, his tall figure blending into the night as he moved with a purpose that sent a shiver down her spine. He wouldn't be back anytime soon.
Satisfied, she exhaled softly and let her fingers drift toward the small cubby at the armrest. Her movements were slow, deliberate, the hum of the engine masking the faint sound of her nails scraping against the edge as she carefully pried it open.
Her heart pounded in her chest as the compartment gave way, revealing exactly what she had been looking for.
Alicia's breath hitched.
Nestled inside was the small piece of cloth with the symbol that had caught her eye earlier. Her fingers trembled as she carefully pulled it free, her pulse hammering against her ribs. It wasn't just any cloth—it was a handkerchief.
