I'm sitting in Zion's car, a strange sense of confusion swirling within me. I can't quite grasp how I ended up here, sharing a ride with him as we journeyed down an unfamiliar road. The landscape flashes by outside the window, each blur a reminder that the world around me is moving on, but I feel stuck, lost in a haze of uncertainty.
“Where are the others?” I blurt out, my voice tinged with a rising panic. “Are we going the right way? What happened to my luggage?” Each question spills out in a rush, the worry gripping me tightly as I try to piece together what’s going on.
“Relax,” Zion says, his tone steadying me just a little. “The others are on the school bus and way ahead of us. Alfred and Bea are right behind us, and they have your luggage in Alfred’s car.” His words, calm and reassu
