Chapter 117

Liana's Pov

The rain had stopped, but the streets still glistened with water, there were puddles around, some marked with lines that looked like rainbows. Growing up, we were told that it was as a result of oil being on the floor before the rain. The windshield wipers moved lazily now, not because we necessarily needed it but Stanley left it working, squeaking faintly as they moved. I sat in the passenger seat, staring at the road ahead but not really seeing it. My mind was too busy circling the same thoughts over and over, looping back on itself like an old film reel with a scene it refused to move past.

“Almost there,” Stanley said, his voice low. It startled me for a second; we’d been in near total silence since leaving the safe house. I glanced at him because I needed the distraction of another face. His hands rested steady on the steering wheel, but there was a kind of tension in his shoulders that told me he understood exactly what we were driving toward.

“Thanks,” I murmured, t