Tamantha sat alone in her room, her mind still filled with the memories of the car ride from the previous night. The silence enveloped her, allowing her thoughts to wander freely, retracing the path they had taken through the city streets. It was a journey that had left an indelible mark on her heart, stirring emotions she had kept buried for far too long.
As she closed her eyes, Tamantha could still feel the warmth of Weston’s presence beside her, his steady presence in the driver’s seat. The way his eyes sparkled with determination and compassion as they embarked on their mission to find the homeless man echoed in her mind, etching itself into her consciousness. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had felt the same charged atmosphere, the unspoken connection that seemed to bridge the
