Chapter 7 - The Long Drive Through The New England Mountains
The highway stretched out before them like a black ribbon cutting through dense forests of towering pine trees and frost-covered rocks.
Julian kept one hand on the steering wheel while occasionally glancing back at Maisie, who was happily coloring in a digital sketch pad.
She hadn't mentioned food or hiding snacks since they left the house, a small sign that her panic was beginning to fade.
“Daddy, will Elena have cookies at her house?” Maisie asked out of nowhere, breaking the quiet hum of the engine.
Julian’s hands tightened on the leather steering wheel as a lump formed instantly in his throat.
“I don't know, bug, but if she’s there, I’m sure she’ll bake us whatever you want,” Julian answered, fighting back tears.
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“I remember she used to sing to me when the thunder was loud,” Maisie whispered innocently.
Julian swallowed hard, realizing how much cruelty his daughter had suffered while he was blinded by grief and arrogance.
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