Chapter 97

• ASHTON
• As January transitioned into February, an unexpected tempest descended upon us, catching us off guard. From the window of our hotel room, bathed in the warm glow of the evening sun, I observed the world outside. It had been nearly 24 hours since my cousins, my little sister, and I found ourselves trapped in this cramped space.
• Standing by the window, I gazed out onto the bustling Los Angeles street below. Hidden behind the opaque glass, I remained unseen, while the world carried on its chaotic dance before my eyes.