Lia’s pov

The highway extended infinitely ahead, while the city behind faded into recollection. The rain had stopped tapping on the windshield, yet the world still felt the storm's impact—humid air, glossy roads, the faint aroma of something now purified. Lia drew designs on the chilly window glass, observing how the trees faded by. She had envisioned departing numerous times, picturing it as a getaway, a requirement. However, this seemed distinct. It wasn't concerning running. It was ...