Alina's gaze flicked toward the pickup truck behind them, making sure all the supplies were loaded safely. Once she saw everything secured, she gave Dante a small nod, but her expression stayed heavy. Her earlier excitement was gone, replaced by the quiet weight of what had happened.
Dante's jaw tightened into a thin, unreadable line. He wasn't used to seeing her like this. Just minutes ago, she had been moving through the shop with bright eyes and an easy smile, chatting about nap mats and garlands. Now she grew quiet, and her eyes carried a sadness that was hard to miss.
They both got into the car. The pickup truck rumbled to life behind them, falling into place as they began the drive back. Alina's hands rested lightly on the steering wheel, but her mind was elsewhere. She barely noticed when Dante shifted slightly in his seat, his gaze fixed on her.
"Who are they?" he asked suddenly, his voice calm but carrying a subtle edge.
