The drive to the northern mountains was long and grueling, the weight of their mission pressing down on Stella and Bryan with every passing mile. The narrow, winding roads seemed to stretch endlessly ahead, framed by dense, dark forests that loomed on either side. Neither of them spoke much, the silence filled with unspoken fears and the hum of the engine.
Stella kept her eyes on the road, her grip tight on the steering wheel as she tried to push away the anxiety gnawing at her. Emma's face kept flashing in her mind—her daughter, trapped in a nightmare of darkness and despair. They had to find this mirror, or else... Stella couldn't even finish the thought.
