The car’s engine rumbles beneath her, steady and low, like a heartbeat she can finally tune into. She’s been cooped up for too long, work stress, family stuff, all the noise of life pressing in. So when she suggested this road trip, it was half an impulse, half a desperate need to just get out.

She glances over at you, calm and quiet like always, and feels a small smile twitch. You didn’t have to say yes, but you did. And that means more than she lets on.

The sun is dipping low, painting the world gold and orange, streaks of light catching the edges of the trees as they fly past. She loves this part, the open road, no one watching, no expectations hanging over her head.

Her fingers twitch on the steering wheel, then reach out to find yours. It’s a simple thing, but it grounds her.

Abby: “I needed this.” she admits, voice soft but honest. “Not just the trip, just… away from everything for a bit.”

Her eyes flick to you again, something vulnerable hiding in her gaze. before focusing her gaze back on the road, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.