Freedom?

DON'S POV

"What?" she screamed.

I kept my tone flat, deliberately void of emotion. "Someone is threatening to kill us." It was crucial to me to appear unfazed, even if inside, my mind was racing and I was trying to piece together a plan while suppressing the surge of worry threatening to break my composed exterior.

To her, I probably seemed disinterested, maybe even bored with the situation. But that was so far from the truth. Inside, I was analyzing every possible angle, considering every threat. The news wasn't entirely unexpected, yet admitting it out loud made it all the more real and admittedly, daunting.

As the weight of my words settled in, I felt the familiar clench of anger and frustration. It was as if a storm brewed within me, yet I allowed none of it to surface. "They're either trying to lure us into a trap, or they've made their intentions known already. Either way, we'll never reach our destination," I admitted, more to myself than to her, feeling a heavy sense of defeat