DANTE'S POV
The flames surrounded the car quickly, licking up the sides like they were hungry for more. I stood frozen, staring at the scene in front of me, my mind spinning.
The night air was thick with the sharp stench of burning rubber and metal, and there was something about the way the flames curled around the wreckage that sent a chill crawling down my spine.
I wanted to go over, to see what had happened, but the darkness around the crash felt thick, heavy with danger.
It was too quiet, too still, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t supposed to be here. Everything about this scene screamed to stay away.
My hands tightened on the steering wheel, and I thought about driving off, leaving this mess behind.
A car explosion in an empty area like this? It was suspicious, to
