The drive was utterly silent, as usual.
There was no music blasting from the speakers, no constant chirping from Alina, and no low but gentle voice teasing her.
The rain hit the ground as if venting. Water splashed everywhere with a force that left the world heavily drenched.
It acted as a curtain, blocking her view of the road; she couldn't see the familiar trees or the stalls that usually crowded the long streets leading to the main road.
Before she fully processed the impulse, she was calling Victor.
The call was picked up within a few rings.
He must be free at the moment, Severine concluded, before telling Victor that she had come to meet Isabella.
[Oh...] the man on the phone appeared lost somewhere. He cleared his throat and asked, [How is she doing?]
Pretty good before I went there and ruined it for her, Severine thought bitterly. Aloud, she simply said, "Fine, I guess."
But that wasn't what she really wanted to talk about.
