Zeriel's plane had landed just as the early morning sun bathed Gardnerville in a golden hue. He stepped off the aircraft feeling as though the weight of an entire universe rested on his shoulders. Booking the flight the night before had been a whirlwind decision, spurred by Maddie's unexpected message containing the address of Alisha's mother. Sleep had eluded him during the journey, his mind an endless loop of questions and possibilities. The thought of seeing Alisha again sent a mix of exhilaration and dread coursing through his veins.
As he exited the small regional airport, the crisp morning air greeted him, carrying with it a faint scent of pine and distant rain. His ride—a sleek black wagon—was already waiting at the curb. The driver, a middle-aged man with a neatly trimmed beard and a warm smile, stepped out to assist.
