Dean POV
Calista was visibly nervous, her hands trembling slightly as she tried to hide her emotions. As we packed the cars quickly, it seemed to get worse. She remained silent throughout the entire process, her gaze fixed on the distant horizon. I approached her cautiously, understanding the need to give her space. The weight of our presence, three of us, must have been overwhelming for her at times. She had spent most of her life alone, only interacting with others when absolutely necessary.
"Are you ready?" I asked, breaking the silence.
She turned to me, her eyes reflecting uncertainty. "It's funny," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "I've spent my entire life moving from place to place. I never felt like I had a real home in this world. But this time... this
