The train pulled into the station with a slow, mechanical groan. I glanced out the window, watching as the snow-covered landscapes of our trip gave way to the gritty, sunlit streets of New York.
The sky was a bright blue, the sun casting long shadows across the platform. The sight should've felt welcoming, but instead, a pang of nostalgia settled in my chest. I already missed the cozy warmth of the hotel, the quiet mornings, and even the chaos of our last night there.
I sighed, gathering my things. "Well, back to reality," I murmured to myself.
The train jerked to a stop, and the quiet hum of conversation from the other passengers rose to a low roar as people began collecting their bags and shuffling toward the exits.
Beside me, Zaya stretched, her expression as unreadable as ever. Across from us, however, Maya and Nicole were putting on an entirely different show.
