Amelia POV

The road stretched endlessly before us, the city fading behind like a distant memory I wasn’t ready to let go of. I sat in silence beside Nate, my hand in his, his thumb brushing gentle circles across my skin as if that could quiet the war raging inside me.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice a grounding anchor in the whirlwind of my thoughts.

I nodded, but the truth lay heavy in my chest. I wasn’t okay. Not even close.

The streets were empty, a rare quiet for Los ...