The car ride was uncharacteristically quiet. No music, no small talk, just a calm, thick silence that stretched through the sleek black car as it wove through the cobbled streets of Paris. The morning sun was sharp, glinting against the glass towers and historic buildings, but none of that managed to distract the occupants of the vehicle.
Silver sat stiffly beside Lorenzo, her eyes half-closed in thought, while in the other cars, Natalie kept glancing out of the window like a child on their first international trip. Noah leaned against the door, headphones in, although it wasn't clear if he was even listening to anything. Abraham, Lucas, and Henry were quiet too—still clearly overwhelmed by everything that had happened since landing in Paris.
