Alessandra
Quinn wraps his hand around mine as he leads me down the hall to our hotel room. There wouldn’t be privacy in my flat with Flora, so I’m grateful he’s brought me here. Plus, the idea of Quinn and Flora inhabiting the same space honestly makes me want to laugh. They are creatures from very different realities.
Looking at him out of the corner of my eye, I can say without a doubt that I prefer this reality. But is this real? I squeeze his hand, checking. A firm squeeze back quashes any doubts I have.
The quiet and contemplative taxi ride gave me plenty of time to overthink this moment, to change my mind and keep the divide between my life in the States and my life here clear. But with the lovely low lighting of this hotel and the smell of fragrant wines wafting through the air,
