DIANA'S POV

I knew I was in trouble the moment the car stopped.

We had been driving for hours. I had lost track of time, of direction, of anything except the dark road stretching ahead and Amaro's silent presence in the driver's seat. He had not spoken since we left the border zone. Not one word. The silence was worse than shouting. It built pressure in my chest until I thought I would scream just to break it.

Then the engine died.

The sudden quiet was deafening. No motor. No road noise. Just