Tension

Under the ominous gray sky of the Markansas region, the world seemed to tremble as Vienne sped down the winding road, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The wind howled around her, carrying with it the scent of rain and a sense of impending doom. Beside her, Micah's knuckles were white as he gripped the door handle, his heart pounding in his chest. Something terrible had happened, and they were racing to the scene of the accident, fueled by worry and fear.

Micah's gaze was locked on the unfolding chaos ahead, his mind racing with a litany of prayers. "Come on, come on, come on…" he muttered under his breath, as if his words alone could change the course of events. His hands trembled with anxiety, his worst fears threatening to consume him.