The next morning
Nico woke up earlier than usual, the conversation from last night still buzzing in his mind, Europe. A whole new life. It felt too good to be real but coming from Rafael, it probably was.
He swung his legs off the bed and sat for a moment, staring at the floor. The idea had not even crossed his mind before, and now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. But Rafael had made one thing clear, he had to talk to Celia.
Still in his pajamas, Nico padded quietly down the hallway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He stopped in front of his sister’s door and knocked twice.
“Celia?” he called softly, leaning in. “Are you awake?”
“I am, come in,” Celia called from inside.
Nico pushed the door open and stepped into her room. “You look like you didn’t get enough sleep,” he said, eye
