My next resort in the quest to find Christelle led me to her best friends. I had called ahead, considering they were often globe-trotting, perpetually on a trip. Their wanderlust took them to far-flung destinations, given the diverse roots in Christelle's family – a European father and an American mother. Christelle herself, practically a city uphiller, born and raised amid this cosmopolitan tapestry.
As I arrived at their newly renovated residence, a sleek mustang GTX parked at the curb, I took a moment to compose myself. The doorbell echoed through the air, and the anticipation knotted my stomach. Luckily, the door swung open, revealing Christelle's best friend, a familiar face from the many gatherings and trips they had shared.
"Hey!" she greeted, the usual warmth in her voice. "What
