Mia's POV
The warm sun shines down on my face, waking me from a peaceful sleep. Stretching my arms to the side, I feel the soft blades of grass under my skin. A huge yawn escapes my lips as I open my eyes and sit up.
The last thing I remember is dragging myself out of Donovan's truck right before it exploded. But looking around now, I don't appear to be in those woods any longer. I have no idea where I am, but the scenery is beautiful.
I am in a meadow, sitting beside a small stream under a massive weeping willow tree. Wherever I am, it must be spring. Small, beautiful, yellow flowers are budding on the willow above me, and the lush, green grass is sprinkled with wildflowers of every color. I inhale deeply, and the air is crisp and clear. I could stay here forever.
Perhaps
