Miles Away

SIENNA’S POV

I stood outside with my backpack slung over one shoulder, the morning sun painting the sky a pale blue. A thin breeze danced across my skin, carrying the smell of dew and distant car exhaust. I kept fiddling with the straps on my bag, too antsy to sit, too full of thoughts to stay still. The list was tucked safely inside one of the pockets, folded and creased and more important to me