Kayla's POV
OAK TOWN-THE NEXT MORNING
The air in Oak Town was thick with the scent of damp pine, engine exhaust, and Damp soil.
It was a rugged, quiet countryside town miles away from the roaring skyline of New York—a place where time seemed to move completely differently.
My stomach let out a loud, painful rumble. I held my small bump, wincing slightly. I was terribly exhausted and starving, having eaten nothing since yesterday.
I left the motel and stepped onto the cracked gravel sidewalk, heading toward the town's only local general store.
I didn't know the area, didn't know the streets, and had no idea how long I could survive out here, but right now, getting food was my only priority.
As I walked down the quiet street, I noticed a young girl sitting on a beatup wooden crate n
