❄ Camille ❄
The road to Larkhaven felt like I was entering a different country. Everford faded behind me in grey slush and familiar streets. The further I drove, the cleaner everything became. Plowed roads that stayed plowed. Streetlights that worked. Signs that didn’t look weather-beaten. Larkhaven appeared like a polished picture: glass buildings, neat sidewalks, upscale coffee shops, and people who walked like they had somewhere important to be. Even the cold looked different here. Less harsh. Less desperate. Less grey. I parked outside Barns Travel Agency and sat in my car for a full minute. And even though my hands were steady on the wheel, my stomach wasn’t. Barns Travel Agency sat in a modern building with wide windows and a clean logo. Nothing flashy. Just confidence. I could see
