Fading light

Alexander’s POV

The walk to the car is quiet, the tension around us stretched thin. As soon as we reach the vehicle, I speak.

“I’ll drive myself,” I say, already tired of being handled like a glass.

Sabrina stops short. “What?”

I open the door without answering. “You can ride in the other car,” I tell her, voice flat. “I need to make a stop.”

She crosses her arms. “You’re not well enough to be driving. Whatever it is, it can wait.”

I scoff under my breath, barely holding back the smirk that threatens. Of course she’d say that. Of course she’d think she knows best. She always wants things her way. But not this time. Not anymore.

The driver stands by, hesitant. I move toward him, hold out my hand. He looks at me, startled, like he’s unsure whether he should obey.

“The key,” I say firmly.

After a second of pause, he places the key in my palm, confusion etched across his face. I grip it tightly, turning toward the driver’s seat.

“And