The cab ride was quiet in a way that felt natural rather than strained. Early morning traffic moved steadily, the city waking in muted layers instead of noise. Willow leaned back against the seat and watched storefronts lift their shutters while lights flickered on behind glass. People moved with purpose but without urgency, coffee cups in hand, shoulders squared toward the day. The city did not feel hostile or rushed. It felt prepared.
She let that feeling settle into her body as the cab continued forward, the rhythm of motion steadying her thoughts without demanding anything from them.
