Alex and I text every day. We never discuss where I am or his parents. But we do talk about our days and that we miss each other. It’s almost been a week since I left Zurich. I am surprised by how much I miss my home. It’s worse than how I missed America when going to Zurich. I guess that is what happens when you find love.
There are only three days before Christmas. Two of the escorts follow Alex’s mother and me around as we search for Kayla's Christmas gifts. “What are you thinking about getting her?” Alex’s mother asks.
“I am not sure, Frau Senn. Alex and I got her a few things from the market, but I wanted to get her something she can open here.”
“You don’t need to be formal with me. Call me, Greta.” We walk into a shop, and both pause. Lana is working as a clerk in the store. Ale
