The road stretched ahead of Felipe and Isabela like an endless cut through the asphalt. The sky began to take on orange hues as the sun sank into the horizon, and the sense that something bigger was approaching hung in the air. Inside the car, Isabela stared out the window, trying to decipher the destination of that silent journey. The wind tapped against the glass, the radio was off, and the only sound was the steady hum of the engine.

She frowned, unease growing.

“Felipe, where are we going?”