Sonia’s POV
I don’t remember the drive, just the blur of trees outside the window and the faint hum of the radio. It felt like the kind of day that didn’t belong to real life.
The sun was bright but not cruel. The sky was endless.
We were going on vacation.
Those words still felt strange in my mouth. “Vacation.” Like something borrowed from another person’s life, someone lighter, freer, untouched by hospital walls and missing memories.
But it was happening.
After exams, after sleepless nights and questions that went nowhere, after too many days pretending everything was fine, we were finally leaving it all behind.
Molly drove most of the way. She sang through half the playlist, off-key but happy. Clara sat beside her, arguing over directions, while I leaned back in my seat, wind bru
