The road stretched out before us, a ribbon of asphalt vanishing into the midnight darkness. Our departure for the Cross Pack wasn't scheduled until tomorrow morning. The plan was to enjoy a few hours of normalcy and relaxation, but all of that changed with Dina's passing. It felt wrong to call it a death; she had been dead long before, but tonight, her essence, her soul, had departed. She found peace, yet the pain persisted.
Dina wasn't a friend but she had been a guiding force to me, helping me unravel the mysteries of my own existence. Her desire was simple – to assist wayward souls like hers in finding peace and freedom. Tonight, all she yearned for was to indulge in a drink, a final earthly pleasure.
As I sat in the backseat of the Jeep, Ezra navigating the road in silence, tears wel
