It has been three weeks, six days, and nineteen hours.
We find ourselves in Sweden.
Elloise has taken me from one country to the next across Europe in an attempt to keep me away from Anastasia. Though I do believe that this is starting to prove futile. After a call from one of her ex-lovers, we packed up our lives once again to board a flight for what seemed to feel like endless hours.
So here I find myself in my own silence.
“My beloved, I am writing this to you from the silence of my hotel room. It appears that you are following my breadcrumbs. It gives me great joy to know that the letters that I have left for you to find were not left behind in vain.
There have been so many times that I feared that they would never reach you. It aches right to my very bone every time I think that
