The morning air was crisp as the town faded behind them. Their taxi hummed along the long, winding path that led deeper into the countryside, where the trees stood tall like silent guardians, their leaves rustling with a wind that smelled of pine and earth. Katherine sat by the window, her cheek resting in her palm, watching the scenery unravel like pages of a forgotten book. She wore a cream turtleneck and wide-leg linen pants, her hair pulled into a low, neat bun. Next to her, Caroline ...