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I'd never seen a sky this big before. The farther Willa's truck drove into Montana, the more the world seemed to open up. Endless fields stretched toward snow-capped mountains, wildflowers lined the roads, and every turn looked like something straight out of a postcard. "This is normal for you?" I asked, staring out the window. Willa laughed. "Pretty much." "I would've stopped the car a hundred times already." "You've already made me stop three times." "And I'd do it again." She rolled her eyes but smiled as she pulled over one more time so I could take pictures. The fresh mountain air, the quiet roads, and the endless views felt completely different from everything I was used to. As we continued toward Silver Creek, the highways turned into small country roads surrounded by ranches, horses, and old wooden fences. Every few minutes, someone waved at Willa from their truck or porch. "You know everyone here?" I asked. "It's a small town," she said. "Everyone knows everyone." Soon, a wooden sign came into view. WELCOME TO SILVER CREEK, MONTANA I looked around as we drove through town. A small diner sat beside a bakery, pickup trucks lined the streets, and people greeted each other like they were family. It was quiet, simple, and nothing like home. I had come to Montana expecting nothing more than a summer with my best friend. I had no idea this little town—and the people in it—would change everything.