As we drove down the dark roads, the steady buzz of the car engine filled the room.

As we reached the more remote regions where Caleb's father's house loomed, I gazed out the window, the London cityscape fading into the distance.

With each mile we came closer, the knot in my stomach became tighter as my fingers drummed uncomfortably on my thigh.

I mumbled, more to myself than to Caleb, "This is crazy." "This type of pressure is not what I signed up for. I never would have agreed to this nonsense in the first place if I had understood that things would get so complex.

"This shit?" With a...