Evelyn's POV
Luckily, I’d packed my bags the night before, so we were up bright and early the next morning, ready to roll with the rescue team.
By the time we hit California and started driving north, the scenery got wilder and wilder. The GPS was still valiantly trying to keep up, but its presence was increasingly symbolic. Signal dropped from three bars to one, and then—poof—gone. My phone basically retired mid-journey and went eerily silent.
Ben, driving, laughed. “Congrats. You’ve officially entered a modern-day no-service zone.”
He’s the team’s coordinating rescuer—basically, wherever the shelter needs him, he shows up, always cheerful and way too helpful.
I tossed my phone into my bag and leaned against the seat, watching the world blur past. The city was long behind us, replace
