Rachel kept glancing at Amelia as she drove, her worry evident in her expression. The silence in the car felt heavy, like a cloud of unasked questions hovering between them. After a few minutes, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Amelia, are you sure you're okay?" Rachel's voice was soft but filled with concern as she quickly looked over her friend again, eyes scanning for any injuries.
Amelia smiled tiredly, brushing her hand through her dust-covered hair. "I'm fine, Rachel. I promise."
She looked down at her swollen ankle wrapped in a cloth, wincing. "Just... a little shaken up, I guess."
Rachel nodded, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. "What exactly happened?" she asked, her voice low, trying not to push too hard. The sooner she knew everything, the sooner she could help.
Amelia sighed. "I was taken. You already know that. But..." She trailed off, leaving Rachel hanging on the edge of her seat.
