Chapter 22
IVY’S POV
The journey home had been long, but as soon as I stepped off the bus and breathed in the familiar scent of the countryside, a wave of nostalgia crashed over me.
Golden fields stretched out in the distance, swaying under the soft breeze. The air smelled of damp earth and fresh bread from the local bakery. I hadn’t realized just how much I missed home until now.
I had missed this.
Skyline City was all towering buildings, blaring horns, and a constant rush of movement. But here....here, everything was slower. The air smelled like freshly baked bread from the corner bakery. The streets were quiet, familiar. The houses had gardens overflowing with flowers, and people actually smiled at each other as they passed.
A short ride on a rickety motorcycle brought me to my pa
