Sia POV

The world outside the window blurred as the car sped down the highway, the city lights a hazy mess of colors that should have felt familiar. But they didn’t. Not really. I sat in silence, watching them flicker by, a strange unease crawling under my skin.

“Almost there,” Mrs. Chandler had said, her voice steady but cold. “Just remember your story.”

Her words echoed in my mind, firm and clear, like a teacher’s instructions before an exam. I repeated the details in my head, over and over again. My life. My family. My love for Rowan. Everything was precise, every memory vivid and sharp, like scenes from a...