Chapter 4 — Henri’s Introductions

Mia

The cab smelled faintly of lavender and leather, its interior a tapestry of mismatched charm. The dashboard was cluttered with trinkets: a miniature Eiffel Tower dangling from the rearview mirror, a faded postcard tucked into the sun visor, and a string of beads draped like a careless decoration. Mia Carter sat stiffly in the back seat, her hands folded tightly in her lap, the cool chain of her pocket watch brushing against her wrist. Jack sat beside her, his long legs sprawled slightly, his camera bag wedged awkwardly between them.