I kept checking the rearview mirror to see if we were being followed. Despite the several cars on the road, there was a black sedan that kept trailing us. It maintained a distance from us, but it wasn’t fooling me.

Gina stopped ventilating and now remained silent throughout the drive. I kept asking if she was alright, and she would repeat the same response, saying she was fine, but we both knew she wasn't.

The recent events had left her shaken and traumatized, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. While I was used to the realities of death, she was experiencing it in a way that was...