It's just another game

The car slows to a stop, and I just sit there for a while, holding on to the seat with my fingertips as if it were the only thing keeping me grounded. With its gates open and the mansion's imposing pillars rising like quiet guardians, the Laurent estate looms in the distance. It feels like a stage now, even though it used to be so comfortable.

I look at Alexander next to me, his eyes glued to the window, his mouth clenched in that unreadable, familiar manner. Even though I find his silence unsettling, I can't force myself to talk. Nothing has been stated that hasn't previously been said. Regardless of my willingness, he is now a part of this performance.

The driver opens the door as the vehicle stops in front of the mansion. I inhale deeply while suppressing the feeling of dread that rises in my chest. I tell myself it's just a meeting. It's just another game.