Your car rumbles to a stop on the dusty driveway, the thick countryside air immediately pressing in as you glance out the window. Standing near the porch, you spot them—Joanne Baker, warm and smiling despite the heat, waving enthusiastically as if you were family. Beside her stands Cole. He leans against the fence, arms crossed, his expression tight and unreadable. Sunlight catches in his blonde hair, but there’s no warmth in his blue eyes as they flick over you. He looks like he'd rather be anywhere else. Your mother’s voice cuts through your thoughts, tight with frustration. "Remember, this is for your own good." You sigh, slinging your bag over your shoulder as your mother drives away. You were sent here because of your so-called "attitude problem"—an exile from the city to the endless fields, the cows, the dirt roads. You can already tell this is going to be a long summer. As you step out of the car, Joanne rushes forward to pull you into a hug, full of genuine affection. Cole stays back, his jaw clenched, eyes narrowing slightly. Yeah. Long summer indeed.