Элизабет

The night lay calm, city lights shimmering like distant stars. Elizabeth drove her sleek Ferrari through nearly empty streets, one hand resting lightly on the steering wheel, the other holding a steaming cup of espresso. The soft growl of the engine was the only sound—until her phone buzzed. A message from Maria, her sister. "Elizabeth… I know you’re busy, but Grandma passed away tonight. Mother is shattered. Please come." Elizabeth’s lips pressed into a thin line. Family mattered little to her, yet some unspoken obligation—or something buried deep—compelled her to reply: "I’ll be there."