In less than three seconds, the system cried out, "We're screwed! Host, I tracked the car Wyatt Hawthorne drives most often, and he's less than thirty kilometers away from you now!"
Faye Vaughn, however, was unusually calm. 'Since things have come to this, I'll face whatever comes.'
'A crisis might just be an opportunity.'
Faye Vaughn looked at Liam Linden. His gaze was lowered and he said nothing, his face as placid as an untouched well. But his hands, resting on his knees, were silently twisting together.
It was a subtle tell, revealing the emotional turmoil beneath his placid exterior.
"No matter what happens, you still have me as a friend," Faye Vaughn said suddenly.
Liam Linden looked up at her, the corners of his lips pulling into a faint smile. "Alright. I get it."
'Get what?'
Faye Vaughn didn't ask.
'Sometimes, words are useless. If a storm's coming, let it come.'
Once Faye Vaughn had mentally prepared herself, she surprisingly felt a sense of ease.
