Chapter 22 022

• The drive back to the presidential villa was silent, the tension in the air as thick as the late afternoon smog. Sarah glanced out the window, the familiar sights of the city passing by in a blur as she struggled to find the right words to break the silence.
• "Tristan. Xenia." She said, her voice low and hesitant but the kids said nothing in response, pretending as though they did not hear her called. Sarah sighed faintly and recoiled to her shell, and adjusted Karl in her arms.
• As the limousine glided through the city streets, the atmosphere inside was heavy with unspoken thoughts and emotions.