The cemetery

Derek's point of view:

I couldn't help myself as I stood in the hotel parking lot, staring at my father's Tesla car.

The temptation was just too great. I had to take it for a drive.

I slipped into the driver's seat and started the engine.

The car purred to life, and I smiled at the thrill of driving such a powerful machine.

I kept driving, my face moody and dark. The time on the dashboard read 1:43 am.

It was late, but I couldn't sleep. The guilt was tearing me apart. I had to get out of that hotel room and clear my head.

I tried my best to sleep but failed at it.

So, I kept driving, and after a while, I found myself on the west end roads.

The countryside was beautiful, and it helped to calm my nerves a little.

But then I saw it. A black gate a few feet away from the road.

My heart skipped a beat as memories flooded back to me.

This was Big Fat Joe's house. I wondered if my parents were still inside.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a man stepped outside the gates.

I stiffened