VIOLET SWAN.

OREGÓN-PORTLAND.

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I’ve been staring out the window, but nothing looks familiar. Everything feels the same — trees, road, bushes. I think he’s just messing with me again, driving in silence like this. It’s his dumb way of proving I’m impatient. And honestly? I hate not knowing where we’re going.

He glances at me from the corner of his eye and I try to ignore him. All I really want is food and to stretch my legs a little.

“Where are we going?” I ask, resting my head