Coming Home-1

Maeve's P.O.V.

The tires chewed up the dark asphalt as the SUV ate the remaining distance to Healdsburg. With every passing mile, the cold knot of panic in my chest mounted into suffocating terror. Blurry trees, isolated houses, and rusted road signs flashed by my window, shifting from generic scenery into terrifyingly familiar territory. I sat locked in place in the back seat, my spine rigid. We