Chapter 4 — The Quirky Charm of Seven

Maya

The sun hung low in the sky, washing the roadside in hues of gold and amber as Maya hopped out of Lucas’s truck. Her boots scuffed against the cracked pavement, a satisfying crunch that echoed her mood—restless but oddly energized. She stretched her arms overhead, the faint scent of wildflowers mingling with gasoline grounding her in the moment.