As soon as we pulled into the driveway, the tension in the car didn't ease. I felt Harry – no, Darcy – glance at me several times, but I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. The weight of everything I had learned today sat heavy in my chest, so much so that I could barely breathe.
The car rolled to a stop in front of the dimly lit house, its headlights cutting through the darkness before flickering off.
I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me as I unbuckled my seatbelt, the events of the evening weighing heavily on my mind. Beside me, Harry – or Darcy, as I now knew him – gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice low and concerned.
I managed a small nod, though I felt far from okay. "I just need some time to process everything," I said, offering him a weak smile. I stepped out of the car and the cool night air hit my skin, but it did nothing to clear my head.
