The car moved steadily along the quiet autumn roads, the hum of the engine blending with the soft rustle of wind brushing fallen leaves across the asphalt. Outside the window, golden and burnt-orange leaves twirled under the streetlights, scattering like sparks each time the car passed. The night sky hung low, deep navy and cool, as if the cold was slowly gathering at its edges.
Inside the warm cabin, Willow sneaked sideways glances at Micah, hesitating. Her younger brother sat slouched slightly, chin tucked down as he scrolled his phone. The dim glow of the screen showcased his expression softening as he read a message.
