*Inside James Car*
It was already dark and late when Lily sat in the front seat of James's car, a vehicle distinctly different from the one he usually used to drop off and pick up Mira. The unfamiliarity of the car only heightened her anxiety. Her face was a portrait of worry; she had never imagined things would turn out this way. The shock of Mira's kidnapping hit her like a cold wave, leaving her feeling numb and helpless. If she had known, she would have insisted on Mira staying at the company. But she hadn't known. Her pallor was so pronounced that James, noticing her distress, turned to her with a look of quiet sympathy.
"It's not your fault," he said softly, his voice carrying a warmth that felt almost like a comforting hug. His gaze was steady and reassuring, like a lighthouse guiding her through the stormy sea of her emotions.
