83. Aaron

The early morning enveloped the streets in an eerie silence as I hurried toward the location of Wallace, Glen and Finn. The news of Wallace's car bursting into flames had reached my ears, and the urgency to get to the scene echoed in every step I took. Every corner was permeated with the uncertainty lurking in the gloom, and my heart was pounding in an anxious rhythm.

"I hope this comforts you," Glen said with a smile, carefully extending a cup to me.

"Thank you, Glen," I replied, accepting the mug gratefully. The comforting warmth of the drink contrasted with the tension that still clung to us.

Wallace, sinking into the warmth of the moment, took a sip of his hot chocolate and sighed. "I really needed this."

Wallace, Glen and Finn stood in Glen's apartment, like figures outlined by the dim nighttime luminescence.

"Are you okay?" I asked, concern evident in my voice.