Mitchel's hold softened, but he firmly grasped her hand, his voice stern, "Get in the car."

His expression was stern and unyielding as he addressed her.

Raegan, concerned for Henley, resisted, “We can't leave Henley Like this. Please, Mitchel, help him..."

She looked at Mitchel's unyielding face, pleading for Henley's life.

"Please... I'm begging you... We have to save him."

Even though Henley had brought this upon himself, Raegan couldn't help but think, if she abandoned him on the road, how would she be any different from Henley?

“Begging me?" Mitchel, lighting a cigarette, inhaled deeply, his features obscured by the smoke.

After a pause, he scoffed, “Raegan, do you think I'm an idiot? You expect me to save him after everything?"

Raegan froze at Mitchel's icy demeanor.

Hesitating momentarily, Raegan reached for the door, intent on leaving. But Mitchel halted her escape.

Mitchel's gaze, icy and penetrating, unnerved her. "Do you really find it so hard to leave him?" he asked, a sharp edge in his voice.

“No, it's not that," Raegan replied, shaking her head. "I just can't abandon him like this."

"People die all the time," Mitchel's voice was low, questioning.

“Would you care as much if he were a stranger?" He then questioned her, “Isn't it because he's..."

Mitchel paused, the words hanging in the air, unfinished.

The tension between them was palpable, both seeming distant despite sitting face to face. Their expressions were troubled.

As Raegan opened the door again, determined to leave, Mitchel acted impulsively. He reached out, beginning to remove her coat, then her sweater...

“Stop it!" Raegan's cry was sharp, her grip on her clothes desperate.

But Mitchel was stronger.

Her sweater was gone, leaving her in a thin underdress.