Calculated Betrayal

Highway to Crest Border—Morning

A black sedan glided smoothly on the quiet highway, morning sunlight gleaming off the polished hood. Behind the wheel, a woman in a black dress with a mask covering her face drove with unwavering focus. Her hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, knuckles white despite her seemingly calm posture.

In the passenger seat, Maeve sat with tense body, staring at the roa