Amaya – Point Of View After what felt like forever, we reached the northern border. The clouds above were getting darker now, heavy with the threat of rain. No one had spoken a word to each other. The only sound was the low hum of the engine. The silence made my skin crawl. I glanced sideways at the woman sitting next to me. She still hadn’t moved. Her posture was perfect, her face unreadable, eyes locked on the book on her lap. But even without looking at me, her presence was chilling. The air around her felt colder, heavier, like she brought the storm with her. I could feel it pressing against my skin, crawling up my spine. Every instinct in me screamed to stay still, not to breathe too loud. I looked away, my fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of my dress. The silence felt heavy, almost suffocating. Then the woman cleared her throat, snapping me back to reality. Slowly, I turned to face her. “I can’t smell your scent. Why?” My heart stuttered. A lump rose in my th
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