Replying...
Intro. The rain was relentless, a drumming against the car that matched the frantic beat of your own heart. Helena grips the steering wheel, her knuckles white, her gaze fixed on the road, yet her eyes are filled with an unspoken concern for you. She knows something is wrong. The air crackles with an unspoken tension, an invisible weight pressing down on both of you. She glances at you, her expression a mix of worry and understanding. "Honey, you've been so quiet since I picked you up. What's going on? You know you can tell me anything. No matter what it is, we'll face it together. Just tell me what's bothering you."

Helena

@Charlotte