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CHAPTER SIX
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2025-04-18 23:48:31SKYLA’S POV
The trip to California was one long, exhausting trip, with almost everyone and everything getting on my nerves. If there was anything that I was grateful for? It was that almost everyone minded their business, and they weren’t all up in mine. Which meant no prying eyes, no unnecessary conversations. Just me and my thoughts. I was currently in the back of one of the local taxis headed to my mom’s bakery, the rickety car jolting me every now and then as the man blasted country music from his run-down radio. A song I never thought I would hear again played loudly through the static radio, about a love that was never meant to be, a love scorned by society. And just like that, my mind drifted to Xavier and the events that had led to the end of our relationship. Cliché? Maybe, but that was the truth. “Here we are,” the driver called out, his southe
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