Gina was in the back of a pickup truck, with Helena in the passenger seat and Nick at the wheel. Her tears fell silently as she hugged herself, lost in thought. Even though Nick was talking, his voice seemed distant and barely penetrated the mental fog that enveloped it. I had no desire to pay attention to his words.

Time seemed to fade away as the vehicle moved forward. Gina lost track of time, unable to distinguish whether minutes or hours had passed since they set out on their journey. Finall