The drive to Berkshire had been tense and silent, with only the sound of the car engine breaking the stillness of the night.
By the time they arrived, it was almost 9 p.m., the moon shining over the quiet suburban neighborhood.
Ethan's car rolled to a stop in the driveway of a modest house with a black gate in front. The house wasn't large or luxurious like the homes in the city, but it had a warm, inviting charm.
Ryan's car followed closely behind, and he parked just outside the gate as well.
Ethan killed the engine and stepped out, followed by Lena. Ryan quickly joined them, his expression focused as he walked over.
Ethan, however, didn't even glance at his brother, his cold demeanor as sharp as ever. And Ryan didn't care. His mind was solely on Charlotte and whether she was safe.
"This is the place," Lena said softly, pointing at the house.
