THE CHASE

We pulled away from the house, the soft hum of the engine filling the air as Roman clicked his seatbelt into place.

I grasped his hand lightly, hoping to reassure him after the chaos we had just endured—Mr. Golden's outburst still echoed in my mind.

Our evening had initially been simple, a quiet meal that had concluded, and now we were heading home. But before the night wrapped its arms around us completely, we decided to take a stroll through a nearby park.

Stepping out, we were greeted by a vibrant tapestry of green grass, where laughter and chatter floated like bubbles in the air, mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers.

Children darted about, blissfully blowing bubbles that danced in the soft evening light, the sky above us a canvas of warm hues—golden yellows, blush pinks, and deepening blues.

Roman and I strolled side by side, our steps cushioned by the thick grass beneath our feet.