Chapter 30. Are You Alright?

Caliana’s POV

The car slowed to a stop, tires crunching softly against gravel and dry leaves, and my body shifted forward with the gentle deceleration. When Ron cut the engine, the sudden quiet felt heavy, almost reverent, as though the forest itself was holding its breath. He stepped out first, moving around the car with practiced efficiency before opening my door. Cool air rushed in, carrying the scent of damp earth, smoke from old embers, and something faintly metallic—poverty, hardship, survival.

I stepped out and straightened, my gaze sweeping over the clearing.

Two large, weather-worn tents stood a short distance away, their canvas patched and faded, clearly survivors of many seasons. They were positioned near one another, close enough for warmth and protection but far enough apart to allow movement between them. Near each tent sat a cr