Chapter 73

Syria’s POV

“Hey, are you there?”

I kept cursing under my breath, unable to stop the panic creeping up my spine.

My hands started shaking as I realized how unnaturally quiet everything had become. It was the kind of silence that felt heavy, like the air itself was pressing down on my chest.

I stood there, trying to convince myself it was nothing. Maybe the driver had just stepped away for a second. Maybe he’d be back any moment. But even as I tried to think that, my heart was pounding so fast