95 The Mystery Journey to Mizka's

Lia glanced around, her brow furrowing in confusion. "Where's your car?" she asked, puzzled by Damon's lack of preparation. Damon hesitated, his gaze dropping momentarily before meeting Lia's eyes. "Actually, we're walking today," he admitted, his voice tinged with uncertainty. Lia's expression softened, a hint of understanding dawning in her eyes. "Oh, okay," she replied, a flicker of concern crossing her features. "Is everything alright?" Damon sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, everything's fine," he reassured her, though his tone betrayed a hint of apprehension. "I just... I noticed how you still panic whenever we get into a car, and I don't want you to feel anxious today. I want us to go back to simpler times, back when we were carefree teenagers, you know?" Lia nodded slowly, the weight of Damon's words sinking in. "I understand," she murmured, her voice tinged with gratitude. "Thank you for thinking of me." Damon offered her a small smile, his eyes re