*ADELINE*
As I sat in the car, the atmosphere was thick with anxiety. My three bulky protectors shifted uncomfortably, their eyes darting between the meeting point and me. I could feel the tension rising like an invisible storm. Each second felt like an eternity, a relentless countdown echoing in my mind, like a worrisome clock ticking down to a moment of chaos.
"Ms. Adeline, are you sure about this?" one of the men, a gruff guy whose name I hadn't caught, asked, glancing at me beneath the shadow of his brow. His voice was low and serious, resonating with the weight of their duty to keep me safe.
I nodded, swallowing back my fear. "If I don't go out there, Vincenzo—he..." I couldn't finish that sentence. I didn't want to acknowledge the fear that clawed at my throat like a tightening n
