ISABELLA GARCIA Arash drove the car in a quiet, uneasy silence, one I’d caused with my sudden withdrawal. The air felt heavy, and neither of us spoke, the hum of the engine filling the space between us. I stared out the window, trying to shake off the awkwardness I’d created. I scooped my ice cream and swallowed, repeating the motion over and over, almost mechanically. The sweet taste was a small distraction, but when the cone was empty, a dull ache settled in my chest. The emptiness of it mirrored how I felt inside, lost and uncertain. I lifted my gaze from the dashboard to the road stretching out ahead. Something caught my eye, and I frowned. “That’s an odd road,” I said, my voice breaking the silence. The path looked unusual, winding off into the distance, different from the usual city streets. Arash squinted at the road, his hands steady on the wheel. “There’s a jungle on the other side,” he said casually, not realizing the spark his words ignited in my mind. The idea
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