Note this chapter is censored due to NOTD's terms of service. Juniper heaved her duffel bag into the trunk of her car, wedging it between the carefully wrapped gifts and a tote bag stuffed with last-minute essentials. Snowflakes drifted lazily from the overcast sky, dusting her windshield as she slammed the trunk shut. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she pulled it out with gloved hands, smiling faintly at the message from her mom. Mom: Are you on the road yet? Don’t forget—Christmas dinner is at 6 tomorrow! Drive safe, sweetheart. Juniper glanced at her car’s clock—5:35 a.m. She had two long days of driving ahead of her, twenty five hours if the weather held up. And she wasn’t doing it alone.